Mycelium Running

In progress

My teeth sit like hollow rocks in the earth of my mouth
heart beats slow,
deep-bass,
earth tones.

The wind,
loud in my ears
breathing me
 
Giant infentesimal detail zoomed in and out alive
on the edge of all
of nothing
of anything
I am ceasing to be anything
 mind voice says 'you were right about this, you were right.'