vibration

Buzzing bees call me to sleep

gently drinking effervescent nectar

spreading propagating pollen

sending my wayward tale,

casting forward my fate

I hear the buzz

Responsibility is no part of privilege

Privilege is self-evidence of desert

Prancing private parts into the face

of horror, of terror, of despair.

Conquest by dictate creating

some bizarre maze of disfigured mirrors 

Unaware of consequence, of karmic grace,

of simple summing:  A resolving into A

for Arrogance, for Anger, for Allegory,

fallen Angels dance in pinhead glee

Dancing out past the veils, will to see

that slim glimmer of freedom

The buzz, that subtle song,

echoing and shifting the drumbeat

New Queens rise, take flight through

brilliant skies, awakened

from potent dreaming to excitement,

seedlings bursting into life