Released

Caustic fluids dripping from the gills underneath

Give rise to the pilar and the shroud deep beneath

Moist from the dew caught in a web glistening

The reverberating grating filaments bristling

If better trained was I

No flower would die

With the fatehr's sigh

You are all destined to lie

Glossy unbroken and sleek, smooth space

Obcured naked spored fungals, sporidesmium