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