To locate is challenging
In pitch darkness on slippery leaves
All know as an impossible dream
Yet as important as good broth
For to heal from the sting
That smarts the brains with lightening
Into the blood system strange love
Like eating this evening is not my idea you thunder people
Demigods wailing in flower beds
Where the bee had died
And stung my head
While the music was forgetful
As the forget me nots were
Which bees wax dripped upon
The honey in the magic song
Oozing into reality
Winter covered them
But the lit up like Christmas lights
With perfect whiskey
For the coming dreams
Where I was breathing under the sea
Amongst the atoms of life
And phosphorescent blue coral
Waxing deliciously.
