You were like a bee,
Like a very large bee,
Humming in my hand.
You were a bird,
A small bird,
Chirping in your vibrancy.
You were God made resolute,
Made temporal;
Divine for a day.
You could not last the night,
It would stifle you,
Darkness smother you.
You were dead by morning.
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