a flower said we were
too many words for work
we were begotten wrong

we were making matter
when we could make
matter some worth

sweet maybe
more work
more bee

bee scent between
her mythic mouth
her freckled breath


//

but beautifully
(it) was saying
(you) speak
and (we are)(were)(will be)(beauty)summoning it(self)

ἀλλὰ καλῶς
ἔφη
λέγεις
καὶ καλοῦμεν αὐτόν

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(myth of a honeybee)

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