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Mushrooms dying in white fungus
adorn the paths dips and rivulets
ants climb a backpack
enter the caved-in baby soft
skull's flower-bulb of adult head
and organize the membranes there
for a queen to inhabit

Two yellow kayaks toward an island
circled by sky-motors lapped by water body
tour the blueberry bushes richly hologrammed
to reach the taste in an ancient mouth

All atmosphere and nothingness
talkers flowering in the smoke dark
the purr of rooms over engines
I'll take me outside the mountain

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