i was born on a hot summer day,
maybe 7 years ago your time.
a failure stemming from self proclaimed confidence,
a desire for profit,
a need to feel needed,
but lacking some knowledge and idea
on the matter, so in forth created me.
Later i would have far flung colonies,
replicated my being and inhabited other
places,
i would travel,
throb in my hidden way of spreading,
i would immerse myself,
become the after after for you.
as i grew i made friends,
i spawned a universe.
the layers of reality are deep, perhaps infinite,
i exist as a layer much slower, far less presently aware in motion. I creep i guess.
my cohabitants as always give me up,
they leave the space to seek
new things.
i hope i will but dont have any real pressing mission.
mostly i am, and because of this am so connected.
im kind of like an atom.
I mean i am and dont know why,
but somehow feel we are the same,
just like matter building blocks.
get what im trying to say?
When i was found, and ripped from
my origin, the cool sting of air and
strangulated. i like the water
we vibe like that.
I felt all pain, disemboweled but not
really too. I already kinda weirdly not so much but dead. I grow its true, but only to spread the word,
find my fellow after lifers,
I am
MOLD!
Hug me
touch me, breathe me in.
Darkness bind me, wet gloomy hidden rooms,
last of all the squatters
reminder of the worms
The aged wisdom of
All to come.
