Life not a precedent

Long filaments
Fungiglide for years

For miles

Among leaf-
Littered remains.

Your dead father
(His love for you
Was not pure)

Unfurls
Phantasmogoric
In red orange
Gold

Singing formulae

Mushroomed
Sporing

Claiming the
Cosmos

Saying
Nothing

Clouding the
Old horizon
Of pernicious
And incurable



Hope.



Rot well
Daddy

Rot well
And return

Not.