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Eyeless in Mycelia Become the Predator you Purport to Be: Soften your gaze, Relax your focus, Suspend your watch, and We will Scatter-gun your Retina with our Fruiting forms. Pluck and Pluck again - You cannot Kill us. These are not Blossoms, but Excretal blooms of our Ungual-plated Needlework. Your Delight at our Fetid, fleshy Polyp rooted no doubt in Unchecked pica: Oyster-grit nose junk, Salted-crunch eye gunk, Gristly scurf-scab. Masters of abjection, we Cannot be seen, Cannot be unseen. Masters of degradation, we Repel nostril, Addle decorum, Reek of your Fragility. You keep upright Stinkhorn hidden away under Lock and key from Wanton maid and stable lad; Cremate its tumescence in Drawing-room Fireplace. Unbeholden to your Sighted kind, we are Pitch-black, eyeless Viscera and lumina - Blind-tangle of filament Free-forking over Mile and Millennia. In Frosted charnel grounds, we Erupt as Thawed corpse-fingers, Feeding indigent folk at the Dead heart of Winter. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2026 ©Jan Peters, 2024 Image of fruiting bodies of Coprinus comatus glistening in the autumn sun