Stop noisy thinking for once,

And let me listen to the mushrooms!

Thoughts; thick bullets, brains; big guns,

Gory massacres in lingual rooms!

No medals of valor nor tall titles but

Soft breathing in softened spaces!

No conceptual daggers in bloody guts,

Adieu to you my ugliest faces!

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