Fungal Night, Uninteresting
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Reach into night's fungal mask.
El Greco fingers slender as pale reeds.
Risen from distant Carcosan waters.
Where loons sing.
Turn as you have never done.
Weavening a star-sky storm.
Love the lightening's
sharp, elective, infective shock.
pin head spores, injected
Fast motion bud invasive growth.
Re-branching thoughts.
Organic overwriting cuneiform.
Revelation falls.
Expect the unexpected.
Like an open book
I could always read you
Joy/terror streaked indistinguishable.
Emotional singularity.
You're not as complex as you'd like to think.
Predicted, convoluted and folded.
Moulded mind pages.
Cortex mushrooms emergent.
ascomycotan cups of mediocre psychosis.
When the fruiting bodies explode,
you are nonsensical and utterly scripted.
Kelda Crich is a new born entity. She's been lurking in her creator's mind for a few years. Now she's out in the open. Find her in London looking at strange things in medical museums or on her blog:http://keldacrichblog.blogspot.co.uk/. Kelda's work has appeared in the Lovecraft E-zine, Journal of Unlikely Acceptances, Dreams from the Witch House and in the Bram Stoker Award winning After Death anthology. Her poems have appeared in Nameless, Cthulhu Haiku II and the Future Lovecraft anthology.