Mycelium

A gateway with no lock lays opened and a shell lays bare
Dendrites reaching to hyphae,
intertwining to the pale ever-branching structure
Travelling through nuclei, seeing through the eye
I
Bolting through the axons, dispersing pathways spread self
Enzymes melting psyche
Dissolve, decompose, bifurcate
Soma shattering pulse
In deathly mycorrhiza the mycelium spreads
Innumerable forms gazing back
In the grip of the pale fingers inner
child devoured by the ravenous ancient selves
A node spread all open
A beacon or the vultures, and they come to feast