I believe the sky is lit by wasps
I firmly believe-The sky is lit by crimson wasps,
With the pollen of the sun-
Drawn into their long abdomens.
Like caffeine maids they scurry
On wings of vaporous light,
Pollinating the universe
With iridescent ichors,
So bold, budding and bright.
God is a beekeeper, (so I know)
And heaven is a sweet honeycomb
Hung onto the amber skyline,
Which ever burns with the buzzing-
Of beauty.
Poetry by Lazarus Knix
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Written on 2009-12-21 at 07:40




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