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Again again again again again

Again again again again again
As soon as I close my eyes
it happens once more
What a beekeeper once told me
about twenty five
beehives
that burnt down
This true-life story
This truly dead apiary

This is not a poem. The subject matter must crystallize in order to become a poem. I have waited, but it doesn't crystallize, it just doesn't and I can't wait any more. This is not a poem. In a poem you look for hidden meanings, ulterior motives, symbols. But here there are none. This is not a poem.
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