I dreamed of wild mushrooms last night.
They freed themselves from the earth
with reckless abandon.
They escaped from their dirt prison
one after another
after another,
erupting in such careless beauty.

I want to be wild,
to escape to freedom,
to erupt,
to be beautiful.

Hell, I'd settle for just bein' a mushroom.

07/15/2007

Posted on 07/15/2007
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