odor of honey and blue sky ablaze—until the regress.
Only what's inmost is left and darkened past language,
and she is like a tiny star that Space no longer notices,
unillumined, hushed, and by herself, her course no longer
in the scheme of planets, suns, and lunar systems.
But she is still here. What breaks the archetypic
stone and starves the honeybees moves toward her slowly.
Only what's inmost is left and darkened past language,
and she is like a tiny star that Space no longer notices,
unillumined, hushed, and by herself, her course no longer
in the scheme of planets, suns, and lunar systems.
But she is still here. What breaks the archetypic
stone and starves the honeybees moves toward her slowly.
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