A dead bee in an empty web -
(Weaving as he goes) Appears at first glance
To be a magical levitating against all
Rational thought sort of thing.
A closer look - I can see the thin
Strands invisible in the shadows
Holding the dead hollow creature.
(this is how it ends?)
A fine architecture of wealthy lies
The structure of our modern endeavour
And she was but a child atop the crow's nest
- The exulted call of the carrion eaters! -
Suspended in a web above Gaia's child
((Meandering Mother) (Incest Lover)
(Murderer of the Piercing Serpent)
(Water Dragon of Chaos) (Demon of Envy))
A sprig of myrtle - And scattered salt
In her hair - and the dead hovering bee
At the bus stop -
And as she fell (with a whimper)
She thought of far away green
She thought of her love.
an ymaginaire blog
(Hobarts Colden Eupraxia)
nel tempo de li dei falsi e bugiardi
If someone were to say that ignorance is a lack of understanding, he is mistaken. Ignorance is the condition of being wretched and beguiled.
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The Dead Bee
Waiting for the bus and noticed a dead bee in a spiders web.
Classical beauty.
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this is a strange place. i like strange places.
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