Poetry

Poetry

To Bee

Before her wings are bestowedShe is told he must becomeA being bee that knows what it isTo be brought into

Poetry

Take Hold

and let goas the preacher did saynever too tight or too soonas beginnings and endingscome and goin times and temposdecided

Poetry

Ferocious Fruit

All apples are atrociously arrogantThinking thoughts that they’reSomehow so superior, so synonymousWith what we wagerIs inherently ideal inCollective consciousness: correctingMistakes

Poetry

Times they go

As rivers flowFaster than they seemWith current strongYou’re pulled alongThis mighty endless streamDon’t kick don’t turnYour muscles burnThese waters monsters

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