NOTHING CAN PREVENT THE BEES
when my hair was aluminium shavings and each strand was a follicle
of skyscrapers, each curve and kink and bend was the willowed wing of a bird
when smoke rising from chimneys crooked and blue was the curl
of your fingered dawn struggling into its first shift
when salt crystal beads and prayer in days of shaven heads were hands
when my hair was aluminium shavings and each strand was a follicle
of skyscrapers, each curve and kink and bend was the willowed wing of a bird
when smoke rising from chimneys crooked and blue was the curl
of your fingered dawn struggling into its first shift
when salt crystal beads and prayer in days of shaven heads were hands
and beards crazed in bayous and you told me your years had been swallowed
by a great white whale
i knew then that nothing can protect the greenblue plankton
by a great white whale
i knew then that nothing can protect the greenblue plankton
nothing can prevent heaven's empty belly from rumbling
nothing can prevent deserts from their low and melodious humming, and
nothing nothing nothing can prevent the bees from swarming
nothing can prevent deserts from their low and melodious humming, and
nothing nothing nothing can prevent the bees from swarming
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