Fly, fly, amanita,
drift the sky, señorita.
Distortion o’er the veil rings,
presenting fractal vocal strings.
Absence of denial and pain,
mindful strides inside the cave;
blossoming into the brain,
crawling out in colored waves.
Fly, fly, amanita —
swirl around the margarita.
Pain dispersed in veins now spreads;
white visions say she’ll soon be dead.