Enter the ascension feed, modern mystical poetry that branches out weekly as reality bends and the muse goes galactic—original poems and translations you can feel, sing, and return to, no footnotes required.
upside-down mushrooms green bricks
forceps must rip out some parts of me
the vines have wound round too thick
as hard to extract as a lover
but this pill like a lunar eclipse
keeps me nodding agreement in sleep
