Sep 2013
An ebbing pulse of syrupy bees
Illuminating the forgotten namesake
For the sake of acoustic agreement.
FOR THOU SHALL NOT TOUCH
The ebbing pulse
Of syrupy bees.
In the origin of all our sticky swarm
Our namesake is remembered--
As the sticky swarm a rebounding
Reaching
Retracting arm claws--
As our faceless SAKES rebound again.
For the Just in case.
Illuminating the forgotten namesake
For the sake of acoustic agreement.
FOR THOU SHALL NOT TOUCH
The ebbing pulse
Of syrupy bees.
In the origin of all our sticky swarm
Our namesake is remembered--
As the sticky swarm a rebounding
Reaching
Retracting arm claws--
As our faceless SAKES rebound again.
For the Just in case.
So I'm taking this whole HELLO POETRY shazaamnation as a personal outlet for (mostly) anonymous explanations of how I think.
I recognize this string of words may not be quite understandable, but I am in love with personal interpretations.
If my muse shall find this, then find he shall.
I know you're always boggering about what's in my mind.
I recognize this string of words may not be quite understandable, but I am in love with personal interpretations.
If my muse shall find this, then find he shall.
I know you're always boggering about what's in my mind.
