Petchurka Mandala
White & rouge tender deception
Soft pink lawn mushroom spore umbrella
familiar smell slow breeze seeding
But not my cubensis friends
nor cyanacens, corbenza's or fly argaic
veil broken dew collected, early morning.
Fertilizer sprout of death
lone in humidity
taunting it's chant
of diss-connection, un-enlightenment
simple irony
Crashing with Iccarus
That which sets me free
maligned into suicidal possibilities
Oh tramplable contemptuous toadstool!
let me hold your soil crowned
Option, in my hand
key of springless tumblers
under the leafless branches
key to one way passages
Out the mind's back exit
option in visage
like options I've taken before
Shaped imperfect and transient
salmon gills glinting grey noon
not overcast, just the sun behind a cloud
expanding and contracting quiet fission
It's life as infantecimal as my own
as nessicary as the mushroom
with options as complete
weather in blue tinted explosion
Or soft pink oppression
All ways an expression
Of the un-static and predictionless
Nature of Existence

Spores scatter Breeze bound
Tiny afterthoughts and regrets
bestowed upon the continuing generation
too many options given
too little direction obtainable
How can one know?
there is temptation in fluidity
and the poison promises serenity
holding in my hand it is easy to drop