Last night I dreamt

I was mushrooms

many, an impossible body

impulse led 

mycelium, my spine

I spoke 

a mouthless language

All questions 

were answers 

already known

although, 

there really was nothing to know

I was everything

at once 

sugars of us hum 

soft breath of a shared lung

Fusing

time to matter 

fusing

limbs to the land 

Nine veiled brides

kept an eye

On my way to Beneath

The underground scene

of the lacemakers lair

Sleep and wake are not separate here

in the warm wet digs of

the soft hooded sisters

Dark web city lights

expand beyond us

Fingers, yet one

brain, body, fuel

we move into forever.