Diamond Time

Worn down diamond woman yoke full of cracked wisdom facing that disease called loneliness you still have that much sought after scent attracting those mindless mad bee men probing sweet puffs until they get their fill- then flee hasn't loneliness always been your ice covered Achilles bowed your petal spirit toward the uncaring ground the great alone is the deepest bluing of any mind so, you keep playing the scented flute for that mad bee line while the xylophone taps back into diamond ring time-