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

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