Aphotic – Spores

Mold is growing in bluish form

Textured and grained to opposite flow

The hair like surface adorn

Like tines to oppress the down like show

Tear away the sky type felt

Light as a feather, not even an ounce

To look inside one falls to swelt

The rays inside to pummel and trounce

To peel and peel would be of no use

The source is abundant and ready to fuel

The spores together are quite loose

To break the bond before they rule

Stripnomelane effects are born

When charred and singed from above and below

The now rocky surface will soon be worn

For the hair like surface to adorn and grow