Her nerves spread like wings at mycelium speed
Into the atmosphere, there's spores everywhere
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
For millions of years we've been ejecting our spores
Seedlings and sprouts are shot into the ground
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
Her fossorial claw digs downwards, dissolves old pain
Dug down to rot, decomposes debris
Degrades sorrows, hair and hooves
Fossora
Fossora
Fossora
At last
We stayed in one place long enough (fossora)
To shoot down deep hyphae roots (fossora, fossora, fossora)
That penetrate concrete and plastic (fossora, fossora, fossora)
Even though the ground is burnt underneath monumental growth (fossora, fossora, fossora)
Fossora (fossora, fossora)