As the knife sliced through
yet another and another, after having been
well rinsed, dried, sorted,
like I never do.
I carefully cut the stem, a little too deep,
a solar system opened in front of my eyes,
the interior of the sun broiling onto the surface,
rings of asteroids, and the wobbly orbits
spinning madly to stay within her
influence.
Who knew that within a mushroom was
contained the universe?
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