Hypha

I'm searching for locus
The where, the how, the smell
Of rising moisture in decay
There's no reversing waste
We have to feed from it
The future is thriving out of
Digested swallows of badlands
This here resilience

You have what it takes but
The trouble digs deep within
So you fill the dark days
Judging your mates and your kin

You think you must conquer
Assemble all on your own
A fabric of bodies below you
In order to soar

But I'm here
Holding your hand
Through all of the pain
The best that I can
Your words hurt
And I might have to let go
Hope I don't have to though
I see
The kindness below
The armor you show
When you feel uncared-for
I hope
That you'll come back down to us

So we can swarm
We will swarm

I know well
Pain runs all ways
And that is the crack
That makes the world break

We owe it to us
To sever the cycle now
So we can swarm
We will swarm

I'm searching for locus
The where, the how, the smell
That senses without certainty
Your truths are either made up
Or too abstract
Looking for process, exploratory
Drop pouring, never to harden
Outstretched, deep-rooted hypha

One eye open
One eye inward
Ears are pointed
To each calling
Vital oscillators
Carefully attuning
To the pulse that made us