Consider a bee
while the sunbeams dance on a bench in front of a melting clock
Consider a bee
while the cradling mankind sees a gun under the pillow and feels safe.
The dust of the soul,
the soul dusts away
The bee
buzzzzzzzzzzzz
Interrupts a series of copulations
and a run across the industrial lawn
buzzzzzzz
The sacrifice
of a fat lobster named eternal consciousness
garlic sliced bread & a fear of a thing
as per the given prescription?
am I right?
I have no more time for such nonsense,
Consider a bee
5 more minutes, a 90-degree angle, you are dead.
- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
Consider a bee
while the sunbeams dance on a bench in front of a melting clock
Consider a bee
while the cradling mankind sees a gun under the pillow and feels safe.
The dust of the soul,
the soul dusts away
The bee
buzzzzzzzzzzzz
Interrupts a series of copulations
and a run across the industrial lawn
buzzzzzzz
The sacrifice
of a fat lobster named eternal consciousness
garlic sliced bread & a fear of a thing
as per the given prescription?
am I right?
I have no more time for such nonsense,
Consider a bee
5 more minutes, a 90-degree angle, you are dead.
- Samar Charulingah Godfrey
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