'Fruiting body' - what a sweet phrase.

Copulating with your mental content

Impregnating’s how I’m like the forest

in the words I speak; they fall upon the floor

They die and decompose and still there’s ever more

Microbes emanating through the words I say

Contaminants and habitats are all in sacred play

Red in tooth and claw; this solar system’s kinda rough

Who knows where this chaos leads but we can’t get enough

—— NS (bridge lyrics, Hall of Mirrors by Ungus Ungus Ungus)