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Mushrooms in the forest
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The mysterious mist materializes hypnotic,
Like a tribal storm of thick burdened ghosts,
Abyss among the giant crimson pine forest,
Veil of absolute gloom spritzed into the wind,
Or with pondering paintbrush perhaps fixed
By the trembling hand of omnipotent genius.
It hovers there smiling silently and sinister
And then it swallows up my energies entirely
Into most dire delirium and its frenzied blur.
"veil of absolute gloom
"veil of absolute gloom spritzed into the wind,
or with pondering paintbrush perhaps fixed
by the trembling hand of omnipotent genius."
And what luxurious, atmospheric, mind-blowing strokes of genius your poetic brush has brought before us!
I need to burrow deep into each explosive line to grasp, then emerge, with the actual experience, which I interpret as surreal, menacing and hallucinatory. It could also be dazzling symbolism for an oppressive force or fear, but whatever the translation, it is absolutely worth the mental workout.
Such art! I'm still breathless.