I am a bird from another world's garden,
I am your symbol system realized in a teacup,
Dionysus escapes exile on a flying saucer
and plays the disc, metamorphosis
I am the dirt between mushroom gills
On your grandiflora random walk
B'ware of the pluriverses!
King robin looks proudly down and sings
in a tune of rasping glee, Me —
and the ferns whirl in reverie
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Imaginal discs
Beware of the pluriverses!
Flying saucers
sometimes you just want to escape
ride on one of these to another world, discworld
play the disc,
metamorphosis
Reality is a grandiflora random walk
—
‘In the land of buzzing bees
buzzed a double dastardly bee
in a tune of rasping glee' Me
Deep in the mushroom forest, rich with life
the trees bear fruit,
and each fruit contains its own world
with its own life, its own trees, its own fruit.
The king robin sits atop his branch and looks proudly down
at the many universes hanging from his tree,
he does not see that even his kingdom
is but a tiny pip
Imaginal discs
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B'ware of the pluriverses!
Many universes hang from this tree, you might not see that your kingdom is but a tiny pip. So play the disc, metamorphosis and meet me over here.
<> I am a bird from another world's garden,
I am your symbol system realized in a teacup.
Imaginal discs
I am a bird from another world's garden,
I am your symbol system realized in a teacup,
Dionysus escapes exile on a flying saucer
and plays the disc, metamorphosis
B'ware of the pluriverses!
King robin looks proudly down and sings
a tune of rasping glee, Me —
and the ferns whirl in reverie