Entranced in tribal cults
Is man - a blinkered child
His anchored soul denies
The doubled helixed truth
The roots run deep and long
And nurture still our breed
Like fungal bloom upon
Mycelium obscured
This bannered pageantry
This pride in time and place
Invented histories
Convincing you to be
Not merely a result
Of senseless providence
A sliver of a thread
A web that no one weaves
Let slip thy pride
Dress in the rags of time
The roots run deep and long
And nurture still our breed
Like fungal bloom upon
Mycelium obscured
Let slip thy pride
Dress in the rags of time
You're nothing but the froth
Upon the tide of life
