Mushroom Art

Living without you is difficult

But our dead dreams awake

In mushroom art

Do not observe her beauty

Cloud faced oldman winking

You see, he tests me

He wants I should join him

in gratitude

For his craft

He calls this love

But hardly so

Happy the universe

Happy is the act

A bejeweled crow on a quilted tent

Yea, at the zenith

Our dead dreams awake