I am a mushroom
Cozy in my own home.
Vibing towards the center of my universe.
Space was not created in a container
Nor was day made in the light.
I find myself all over
Though I'm not sure where I am.
But I am a mushroom.
That's right I am I am I am.
I've got no cover for bad weather
And can offer you no hand.
My knees don't bend for praying
I'm taken by the land.
I come as I be.
Welcome home, world!
thanks, elisia.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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