Beeing

When I have nothing to hide And finally nothing to seek, The subject of Life becomes the object of everyone's reality When the surface is surfaced, The depths depleted, Then I will be your sherry sweet When words account for everything And every-thing sums up to nothing, I am your queen bee When the alloted befall the acclaimed When reflections grow silicon wings, The unwavering lines of your armies Ask a question about polarities... Deeming be, a river in me A chest drawer full of flourishing creations Tasting the first breath of ease As shadows wash over everything And spring forth life in light unreeled onto a screen Measuring the theme by how the seated adjust in their seats; By how they feel Being Human