a flower said we were
too many words for work
we were bee-gotten wrong

we were making matter
when we could make
matter some worth

sweet maybe
more work
more bee

bee scent between
her honey 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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