Psilocybe

I can see your million forms
All your colors, shape inform me
Stolen from our forest home
Vedic hymns induce recursion

Glass onion, peel away
Illusion veil, reveal The Way
The holy fractal is enduring
The tessellated sea
It burns without, yet it is me
I cease in psychedelic fullness

Sparks from charcoal indicate
Flavored smoke unravel skyward
Psilocybe perforate
Sacrament of cosmic scholar

As the celebration endures its own narcissism
As dry, cracked hands clap-slap with blood
As we all open our arms to devour each other
A lamb begins to roar

See the fractal permeate
Vishnu breathes the mystic lotus
Maya burn and transmutate
Godflesh, soma, utter Prana