‘’ I say and all the mushrooms open their wings and come with me In my hands are geology, salt & friendship so of course I’m not scared The sky is bright! Seeds everywhere! I take hold of a sailor’s knot and ride into the trees A small god flies forward with sand in his mouth & bangs on my forehead a little Seeds everywhere! The purple wind full of rosemary and drug I don’t know where I’m going but I’m going where the gold foil roasts