Bee Elegy
Unlike past bee die-offs, where dead bees would be found near the hive, this time they just disappear. Pried through empty winds, picked from one turbulent instant from another, vanishing sweetness, a fresh salt for wounds, old and new alike.
Nothing lasts forever, We are the perishing,
Prying through oblivion,
Life's a dance,
A struggle of blind loyalty to the unknown.
Full of stings
sudden
unexpected
Hive deep in hubris
Little: 15 yellow bodies -
My desire to hold them .
w/hope\o
The lack of evidence makes their existence a mythical unreality. Just stories. Like God. Nothing to worry too much about or pay too much attention to, lest you slip into a moment of deep personal introspection. Should always be avoided. My father once spoke of dirt and screaming affairs and I, failing in this, cried to you and through
the phone and for anyone.
In the past, normal was normal and we
Pretend.
In adulthood, there is only solipsism , and whomever's
Arms you are wrapped in.
I was held by the sweetest
Nothing lasts forever, We are the perishing,
Prying through oblivion,
Life's a dance,
A struggle of blind loyalty to the unknown.
Full of stings
sudden
unexpected
Hive deep in hubris
Little: 15 yellow bodies -
My desire to hold them .
w/hope\o
The lack of evidence makes their existence a mythical unreality. Just stories. Like God. Nothing to worry too much about or pay too much attention to, lest you slip into a moment of deep personal introspection. Should always be avoided. My father once spoke of dirt and screaming affairs and I, failing in this, cried to you and through
the phone and for anyone.
In the past, normal was normal and we
Pretend.
In adulthood, there is only solipsism , and whomever's
Arms you are wrapped in.
I was held by the sweetest
posted by Rolling Peter at 1:51 PM
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