Mushroom estranged amid a desert of the sands of time

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  1. Posted June 12, 2025 at 8:02 pm | Permalink

    Mushroom estranged
    amid a desert of
    the sands of time ;

    Speak only when you are spoken to , don’t dawdle , you don’t walk you waddle , rickets , one way tickets , a saddle of sin and guilt ,
    Harnessed with the ropes of hemlock , take stock , bitts of hardened barbed dread , until you are dead , all that remains is a mushroom , feeding off decayed matter , in a desert , lizards and beetles dance their nuptial’s amongst the scattering of ideas for supremacy , hatch nine at the lost and found , speediest temples to male ego , let it snow , all I have is a mushroom to show , the apple turned into an egg , pay attention I beg , fragile as peace , but within is the source of course , it all began with the egg , layed in a nest built on what could have been , along with itself in another shell, first born ate its sibling for a snack , it turned its back , as it was , forever it shall be , eat or be eaten , a coin with just one side is a lie , limitless is not the question , but life equals limits ,
    Time is the misbegotten venture, into the unknown, seeds may have been sewn, but without moisture , maybe enter a cloister , but it’s forever going to be the space in between , No Man’s Land .
    Anthony Mc Gann
    25/1/25. 20:28.

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