Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

Not Democracy

she is not a bee
but she beside
me becomes
the one

for it seems
accidentally
keeping in
side over

the winter so
they weren't
sown but
now do

house heat
break and
breath yet
naturally

become wanting
to seemingly self 
knowingly lift
themselves

up and perhaps
follow the heat
flow of the
house

but these pod
people are next
to my pen so when
i begin or even think

of beginning writing
someone else ex
pressed lift and
with my pen

so do these milk
weed seeds but
i dream that
some night

asleep
one of the
floaters lands
on and then takes

seed in my right
ear where it was
allowed to take
to ear wax earth

grow and when
i awoke saw
butterflies of 
a monarchy

reigning
over
me

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