Mushroom think,
in the blink
of an eye,
A thousand messages
passing by.
This is the way,
This be the truth
revealed discretely
by the ruse,
of mindly poison
creeping sin
to release from prison,
thoughts within,
that stay with us
but for the night,
and gone before
the morning light
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