What you provide is some of it
that lifts
with words
the electrifying field
beyond where
it's supposed to be
magician of black and white
scratchings they don't drift away
like everything everyone else.
Now they say bees and their flowers
flowers and their bees
knew these things already
for so long as long
what use to count
ambiguous math goes by the wayside
don'tcha think?
Stay with me here for awhile
smell it taste it be it
the poet says between thinking--
arrangements, buzzing
you stir it up like it matters
new patterns do.
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