I’ve disturbed the senses of many
Does my conscience allow such?
It was not light I dwelt in
But sheer stagnation I call home
The newt’s eye never exposed to colors
The fungus of the darkness
Moist, cool and unseemly
Molds and mildews so foul
Yet not for the indigenous
I am but a proud mushroom!
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
I’ve disturbed the senses of many
Does my conscience allow such?
It was not light I dwelt in
But sheer stagnation I call home
The newt’s eye never exposed to colors
The fungus of the darkness
Moist, cool and unseemly
Molds and mildews so foul
Yet not for the indigenous
I am but a proud mushroom!
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