Mycelia,
Masses of spores,
a downy coating,
on patches furry, even.
The silent man of mould
Greenish-glowing , sickly-smelling
Constant rot, from time to time
A leg comes off, an arm,
Or part of his face.
He carries on,
Sits by his record player
Listening to Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau
In his cave.
The mould man,
The starry one.
A man with dreams,
A man of few words.
His son is a student.
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