He seems to be a poet,
His deathless mind endlessly flaps,
The unimpeded soar of a hawk,
The flow of the nomadic stream.
...
The two honey bees I dream of
Droning, buzzing, zooming,
Mumbling about the night's darkness.
I see them whizzing fast,
...
Life, Blink thee not,
For thou had a mortal fate,
A legions of mysterious to unfold,
Myriad tacits to be mould.
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Procreating out of Aphrodite's genes,
Every soul be enamored,
Salvaging from the Cimmerian dearth,
The inured sting be medicated
...
The last day anchored the clock,
The swan song tuned in the air
Time flaunting its pace, accessed
Drubbing the trumpet of its power,
...