Where the stars join
To form the moon
Lies a land which
We all shall see too soon
Sources and dark sinks
And the binding links
Summarizes the thoughts
The actions, the outcomes
Of murmering bees
And their honeycombs
I want to be the thread
That weaves through
A small part of each whole
Of the blackest blackhole
Want to be the hum
To be the beat of the drum
Once before i die
I live my alter ego
With the spirit of a spy
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