I’m now staring at the mirrored pages,
Ambient the music that plays onwards,
And I haven’t felt this way in ages,
Taste so sweet, the taste carries me forwards.
And deeper into the sublime I go,
Delving through the waves, to a sunken ship,
Seeking, searching what I already know,
Scavenging from the precipices lip.
All it shall take is for you to show me,
Which way to look, and to listen closer,
To the sound of the growing, floating bee,
A hundred things to be seen within her.
Bask in the knowledge that seeps from her skin,
She tells the tales that come from within.