Dead bee. Another nail.
What did you do? What
did you do? Thundered
from the future.
You’ll know –
you are a part of us,
do what we do.
We’d never do that!
Get off your high horse. If not
this, then something else.
Blind spots. Greed and grab.
Speak to us.
What happened here, brother?
– Don’t try to answer, nothing
can heal this.
We have not done what you did.
It was already part done.
We were stretching a hand up;
no one reached down.
We are all there is, and busy
with short-term, living now,
and not seeing how huge now is,
and how always.
You’d recognise this.
What is a horse?
they said.
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