THE TRIAL OF MOTHER FUNGUS

It was morning seven thirty–ish and the fish had taken to the sky
For another day of swimming in the sea of lasting bliss.

I still couldn't understand why the banshees' howl
was still ringing in my left sphere.

It slowly faded to the outer depths of my reality
as the sounds of your confusion began to fade in,
for fear of committing the original sin.

© Ben Reche

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