The Mind In Cycles
At times I feel
rabid bees
are swarming my mind like a hive,
pollinating my thoughts
into ripe fruit
then leaving them to dry in the sun.
What gives birth
to these visions,
fleeting
decaying
gone
then resurrected?
Feelings
that mock the seasons
without warning of winter.
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