From Romeo Esparrago. Where the cosmic web hangs black and deep, in the Coma Cluster's tangled seam, a great fungal empire does not sleep. It spreads its spores and plots its scheme. Ascomycota Supremus, proud, spins thinking threads through starless space. It seeds each world beneath a shroud, then waits to rule the ruling race. … Continue reading Poetry : The Threaded Dark →