Beehive
The hum is deafening. Bass notes thud through soles listening to each other suspiciously. Workers buzz through intellect channels: intricate like the cracks in a lived in face. The honey is retracted in their modern selves. Production is no longer feasible. The physical is archaic now substitutes exist. We all buzz toward the light sucked in.What do you think of the form? Written August 27th, 2001 © on Aug 27 2001 10:04 AM PST, Louise Bell 0 • 9
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"The hum is deafening...."