The dark undergrowth,
Cold, damp, foetid,
Is my paradise.
Beneath this duvet
Of ancient leaf litter
And centuries of rot,
I am waiting.
Crawling, creeping things
Scuttle by,
Faster than days pass.
The hive mind is full
Of whirring, flickering messages,
Transferring minerals,
Nutrients, and tea-stained water
Amidst the tangled roots.
Eat me, and you\'ll discover
Your deepest fantasies,
Terrible and marvellous -
Serpents will soar by
On emerald wings,
Undulating through the ether,
Spitting fire and sulphur.
You\'ll learn what the shamans
Of old once coveted,
Knowledge, and nonsense;
But beware,
The feeble human mind
Cannot process our truth.
So creep and crawl,
Like the beetles and worms,
On hands and knees
Through the dank humus.
Note my scarlet cap and cloak,
Which I don for a reason -
We are all edible
A wise man once said,
But some of us
Are only edible once.