SOFT HUMMING OF THE FOOLISH BEES


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We asked for the smell of further honey
Something to draw us forwards
Into a future of new sweetness
Where we might not die
In wordless repetition, but linger
For divine flowers, mysterious Roses
Sirens of midnight, fragrance of orchestrated

Reckless abandon, soft humming
Of life on other planets
We asked for a vistas that could
Hold our attention, save our
Fiercely yielding and habitual nature
Our elusive neo-cortex of
Exuberantly driven wonder-machines

We asked for the taste of
More surreal fruit, something to live by
So we might leave our usual gardens
So that we might reach for
The Song of the foolish bees.