can move, can ingest nutrients, do
show sacrificial behavior, do exhibit group dynamics, can find their
way back together if separated, that is, they
"are no more than a bag of amoebae encased in a thin slime sheath"
but act as though they had "simple brains". as such
they are no longer classed as fungi.
i saw several Chocolate Slime Molds on Granite Mt.
and found that I had much sympathy for them.
could have been me there on the end of the boot. and you. maybe
we were there and will be again. who could say?
maybe we'd grow out of my corpse. that wouldn't be so bad.
that would be the perpetual spirit carrying on i guess.
i'd lift you up to get at
that leaf, or light, or shove a sporangia right up through me
to make more of us. and be born again without hubris.
i'd do that. i'd find you. i'd hold tight if need be. i'd let
go if need be too. i bet we'd laugh as we
rolled around the forest floor shoving our cytoplasm back and
forth like kids inside those roll inside inflatable balls. we'd never have to stop.
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much of what i write is done while listening to music. which is probably why most of my blog is riddled with mistakes grammatical, syntactical and logical, if not imaginative. it's hard to see the keyboard sometimes behind tears. or behind closed eyes altogether. today's bit was done while this was playing. go ahead. get yer kleenex out now.
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