May 2014
Three bees flew out of the lotus
As it slowly laid open its petals,
Three bees lay dead
As the light shone from its core,
No bees existed
As the light took over,
Its muddy birth, kissing oars.
As it slowly laid open its petals,
Three bees lay dead
As the light shone from its core,
No bees existed
As the light took over,
Its muddy birth, kissing oars.
