......................A Swarm of Sparkling Bees.....................

I was born to die so I laugh at the beautiful

like it were the art of a cannon ball

consumed with the idea of diving into the sun

Some things cause tears to brim in wells;

 prisms spread the light across rolling hills

but I laugh at the beautiful

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it's not the time but the measure

that takes you by surprise

 so high that my mind is a watery pit of flesh

together we gather it fast so the wave rushes in

and we laugh at the beautiful

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I smile because you make me whole