the mushroom council has deliberated
i think they think
its time to take me

an exorcist
mines in my brain like its digging for gold
ow that hurts mister
can i eat dinner now please

oh to live a life with journey and
not these
microbial sparks
little waves that seem to spark through
like a cobweb soul
painting geometry i can hardly
understand

I miss you, prairie lands
Honey dew, grasses
Where have the fields gone
now erupted into hills
no more vastness only
full
where is the room for air
and where
are the puppies who burrow in the soil
and the big blue skies who's hand
pumps clouds like giant fists of love
where do they lay
but in my memory

people look over crowds
the same way
they look over the hills

I used to think of ancient people
as such ominous
all-knowing beings
in their footprints and their art
it was supreme,
it was transcending
they knew things about the universe
that i could never imagine
but theyre the same
as you and i
theyre just the same

i was born with the knowledge of the universe
and in my life ive never been held
i burn like a star into my death