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