the beehive
oh boy get your old
bones alive
see inside
the beehive
stop dreaming up in the sky
oh boy this is why
we grow old
do what we're told
paper fold
alone at the south pole
here comes calliope
breathing me
rivers speak
quietly
talking back at the sea
bones alive
see inside
the beehive
stop dreaming up in the sky
oh boy this is why
we grow old
do what we're told
paper fold
alone at the south pole
here comes calliope
breathing me
rivers speak
quietly
talking back at the sea
posted by bandini at 12:52 PM
2 Comments:
I love this!!!!!
i love love love this. it reminds me of that first poem of the ursula le guin book. you should make a song of this. i love "here comes calliope." haunting and beautiful and strange and a perfect glimpse into that real magic.
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