Between Circles and Spores

Geometry and biology intertwine as ink meets paper, and the hidden world of fungal growth.

Between Circles and Spores

In a chamber, moist and dim,  

An anxious artist’s urge was grim.

 

Eyes ablaze, geometric face,  

Sketching circles, lines in place.

 

Below the ink, a fungus spread,  

A covert life he silently bred.

 

Art and life, entwined in dance,  

He fell into a sacred trance.

 

Mad or sage, who’s to say?  

Within each stroke, life’s cycle lay.

 

He withdrew, his end in reach,  

The spores of thought his art would teach.

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