Awaken me what is, to the majesty of full mystery undone
I linger on the precipice of nothingness
and can bear the weightlessness no more

With torn wing I awaited the final moment to taste death and feel its safety
not knowing I have forgotten I live in dream

what beguiling charm would be death I supposed brought rest
from stark bright light would the rainbow colors come?

I heard the ahhh drone of the choir. It pulled me there, a bee to honey.
there is another vineyard over yonder and the wind took my sails.
Are you ours said the mutants? may I? said the bee who lived in the dream
whose wings had been caught by tropical sweet smelling wind.

We shall pretend said the hive and overlook your different rumble but do not disturb us, we have work; we promise you can ride with us when the moon is full and the fruit is ripened.

Will you die soon? said I, buzz, buzz.
no, not quite said the hive, first we must straighten your kinky feeler.
thanks I hummed, but did you not say you would overlook my differences?
and you believed us? haha!
oh, I see! I see! We are making this up!
Give me room said the bee with the torn wing
I shall mend myself by dying and being reborn then.

As you will dear friend and so be it chorused the hive. We did not lie when we said you could come with us. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!