Spore Flicker

Spores Dance on a plane without a floor Life in it's raw unaltered form The spores give rise to another shore Mycelial networks will slowly swarm Forms Trading with concentrated gold Eating from a connected source Stop asking why and what you're in for The flicked winds guide spores to fertile earth Born Down where the mushrooms have implored A figure is waiting at the door It waits for all your burdens Get ready to rehearse them This war was through It's me