Fruiting bodies

We let ourselves out 

One moment at a time, 

Once on the inside,

And then again when we unravel 

When we speak together 

We let ourselves out

When we open our hearts

With a symbiotic love

We cycle through this tauric field

An open circuit

We let ourselves out

When the soul has become weary

And my body has broken 

We can lay our bones in a blanket

Of soil weaved roots 

We let ourselves out 

When the body has transformed

And the myco transubstiation

Has broken me down

I will rise into new life

We let ourselves out

From the pores of fruiting body

Into the skin of the earth

Into the roots and soil

We are weaved within all souls