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poem beginning "house of bees ..."
house of bees

cotton found after

physics flew a song

the wall swans exploded


now I am

stuck between tunnels

because nothing was found

because there was nothing free

of tone I hear

something in this house

a bee makes honey and

instinct chains me to the edge

this is more than

I thought about an idle life scattered

in this field

a dynasty of seeds changing

this hopeful phase

in the pear tree

this sphere

devoured a chrysalis’ birth

a taste of lentils lingers

in those false windows
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