MINDHIVE
Thoughts.
Where’s your home?
Great beehive, honey.
Networks of chambers filled with
honeycomb gold. Mined sometimes
with great care. Sometimes
shoveled out,
clumped.
Drones,
unconscious,
crawl the comb, vibing
veins that must drip on the page;
words dripping this way and that.
They work tirelessly
to empty
it.
Queen,
Great Mother,
makes sure drones are fed,
nourishes hive and beyond.
She resides in stardust, in
moondust, and in each
space between.
Bzzzzzzzzz!
Tao Talk 
Lovely!
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thank you :)
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Rich imagery and the perfect Bee-like format. My favorite – Drones,
unconscious,
crawl the comb, vibing
veins that must drip on the page;
words dripping this way and that.
They work tirelessly
to empty
it.
Thank you for sharing!
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thank you very much for the kind words :)
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I just figured out you wrote the poem about the amygdala! Glad you enjoyed the mindhive poem.
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