Something’s watching me, circling around me

  Not just giant eyes, but the soul behind them.

  It probes my mind, observes my thoughts

  My skull; a bowl with a blender inside

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  The moon shines, the mushrooms sing

  The song sticks, takes root in my brain

  Fungi grow, then decay

  The dross of my thoughts nourishes

  The sky smiles at me

  It could also be the sun

  Birds' wings beat the air

  Small eyes watch my steps