Saturday, December 8, 2012

B's




The buzz in my head
Like bees in a jar
Wings flap trapped
Against the glass
I think
Therefore I must be
But am I really?
And how many am I?
Trees falling
In a silent woods
A mute madman
With a scream
He cannot release
Forever buzzing
Forever waiting
For the glass
To break

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