Monday, April 29, 2013

Work of the Shaman

in between the flower and the bee
is the hive born from our creativity;
we procreate with nature,
regurgitate our youth,
giving birth to the truth
in the form of liquid memory;
wet, oozing, warm and sweet,
under the order of a queen we cannot see,
so someone else can eat our honey.

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