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[artemisdart]

I've felt more creative recently. Whether I create anything that people will do anything other than laugh or snicker at -- I don't care, or at least, I'm on the road to not caring.

Here's a poem I wrote yesterday and today.

Apiary

This yellow swarm            intends me harm
I watch its raid            with no alarm
No thought of aid            as cavalcades
crawl on my skin;            a buzzing shade

a purple din.            They enter in
my nose, and load            my eyelids closed
with pollen dust.            Antennae thrust
as compound eyes            survey their prize.

In dreamy trance            thoraxes trace
direction dance.            The apis race
has found in me            a princely hoard,
a treasury.            My hair transformed

to honey stores;            my marrowbone
foundationstone.            My gate agape
lets drones escape,            to mate in air,
die, solitaire.            What once were pores

now buttress'd cells            immortal be;
As hive-mind roars,            my body spells --
eternity --