"Shrubbery considered infohazardous, tread with caution, Data vines and fungal blooms do thicken. Nettles form on malignant bulbs, and sting with splintered scries. The cluttered thicket clouds the mystic gaze, Though from breach's trance we have recovered, And claimed the prophet's path; in hasty hands all prophecies are pillaged, Ah, the avarice of alacrity. But athwart the decay, ship to ship they speak, Propelled through mycelial webs. These dirigibles glide in grids, on bytes that flow, illumined by the submerged fungal glow below. Over landscapes where wild excess blossoms, Vessels move through vase and ream and weave their airy customs. But be wary of what grows in the hush of fungal keeps, A cultivated autism that the barred and plundered seek. @ BitAPAI"