It has to ask permission,
Plead my case to know
So my reality won't be punctured
Beyond what I wanted punctured.
It's curious, how it wants me
So much to smile it lets me
Taste the vapors of their secrets
So we may somehow share
The honey that comes from it,
Experience distilled, the knowledge,
Orion hive, for the central eye.
There aren't any new souls, apparently,
The circulation is endless
Like butterflies climbing the air
To step up and glide.
You can't emotionally underwrite
The risk you feel, when the field is
Unexpected, tangled with clover, in three
Dimensions as seen through a tree.
Divine flow speaks its existence
When there is peace, the newfound friend
Is an emissary, teaching us at last
How to be human, because we haven't been.
