my intention
put pen to paper
write down the answers to all the questions from
those Past generations
that only you knew…
the unavoidable thought
the one that doesn’t ever go away
and when the moment was caught:
stagnant
stifled
moldy
DNA
how the bees learn
why the trees fly
where the Sun sinks
when the Moon hides
by the look on his face, I could tell something maybe wasn’t right
in my immediate space, the blood came pouring sometimes heavy
sometimes light
how the bees learn…
my obsession
I’ll try to cater
no… I’ll try to pander to the past generations
I will heed the conventions
but I’ll make something brand new
