Apidae

July 28, 2006 12:28 PM

The bees argue, in their black ball, A flying hedgehog, all prickles. The man with grey hands stands under the honeycomb Of their dreams, the hived station Where trains, faithful to their steel arcs, Leave and arrive, and there is no end to the country.

posted by Blazecock Pileon

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