Above my head, thick gray canopy looks like death
& its bellowing gurgle speaks to my book like death.
Pulling me under friendly tree, it occurs that I
am in more danger than before. Hooked by death.
A perfect illustration, poisonous clouds that have
never been witnessed–eyes uncooked by death.
So I weep for all who have been touched
by disintegrating mushroom [...]
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