I wish to run my home so like

the honeybee: sublime

in symmetry, exacting each

degree creating sweet

and ever pure reliquaries.


(decided to play with common meter. I took my  poem “the honeybee” and reworked it a bit)



    1. Currently obsessed with honeybees as I am taking a beekeeping course. I wanted to write about the electrical charge the hairs on the bee create while they fly. When they touch a blossom, the pollen flies at them and clings. Somehow I couldn’t write anything about it without it sounding ridiculous, which it is, I suppose.

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