• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 06
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The Lesson

Beloved, mes chers, born of my flesh,
my little dears.
Just listen a moment to the wind in
    my bones,
see my white mycelia in the moonlight,
    the tucked up embryo in the belly
of the thorn tree.

Safe for now.
Heed our symbiosis.
Remember, all is not always as it seems.