Getting and spending, fussing and fighting, preening and strutting.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins.
Vultures pick at bones;
Magpies feather their nests;
Peacocks quote Eliot.
Not here, not here the darkness, in this twittering world.
Getting and spending, fussing and fighting, preening and strutting.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins.
Vultures pick at bones;
Magpies feather their nests;
Peacocks quote Eliot.
Not here, not here the darkness, in this twittering world.
the way of the holy mushroom 