You count the rotations of the drum
While Sphagnum spores settle on your thumb
The anomalous pool reflects the buzz
Of halogen tubes in copper fuzz
[Pre-
Rain hammers glass like Tillandsia roots
Seeking purchase on forgotten fruits
Seventy-seven beats per minute sway
Your heartbeat matches RPM decay
Centrifugal roots pull water deep
Where Mycelium secrets silently sleep
Spin cycle turns the soil to gold
Stories of the stalker never told
You trace the veins on Quercus leaves
Pressed in pockets of cotton sleeves
The pool rises with each rinse and spin
Reflecting where the night begins
[Pre-
Rain hammers glass like Pteridophyte fronds
Silent unfurling in dark beyond
Seventy-seven beats per minute sway
Your heartbeat matches RPM decay
Centrifugal roots pull water deep
Where Mycelium secrets silently sleep
Spin cycle turns the soil to gold
Stories of the stalker never told
Detergent blooms like Anthocyanin
Staining water crimson from within
You murmur names to Cotyledon
First leaves waiting for the sun
Centrifugal roots pull water deep
Where Mycelium secrets silently sleep
Spin cycle turns the soil to gold
Stories of the stalker never told
The hollowbody hums a low Xylem tune
Beneath the spin of synthetic moon
Muted brass breathes through Phloem veins
Washing clean the stalker's stains
Centrifugal roots pull water deep
Where Mycelium secrets silently sleep
Spin cycle turns the soil to gold
Stories of the stalker never told
Dawn creeps in on Chloroplast light
Turning shadows into sight
The pool drains down the stainless throat
You fold the clothes and note by note
Centrifugal roots pull water deep
Where Mycelium secrets silently sleep
Spin cycle turns the soil to gold
Stories of the stalker never told
Roots hold fast in spin and rain
Centrifugal they remain
