Mind Composting Mind’s Metaphors

One version: mind, artificer,
At odds with the rest of the world.
Another: mind the parasite,
Latest sapsucker of the world.

Another: mind, multilevel’s
Selection’s latest glassed penthouse.
Yet another: mind, wanderer
Lost in the woods of the unreal

Where notions float like parachute
Silks from from the shoulders of small words’
Moonlit balloonist spiderlings
Caught on twigs in the canopy.

We’re down here. We wait in the shade
Of the understory for dark
To allow us to move around,
Mind, mycelia underground.