An invitation to understand 

When I am in love,

would you trust me when I say—

the sun shines from the ground up?

Wind blows from within and

it is I who pulls the tide

Compasses request me, in tinny little voices

for navigation

I am the allocated darkness 

as I am part and parcel light

Withered flora regains its greatest bloom

while bows and hammers play me

Shoes wear me for support and remedy

When I am in love

I sting bees

before dying 

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