@77db spl

Its poetry.words drip from your mouthnectar oozing from the blessed fount

I crush the honeycomb in handAnd watch the golden sapSowing mountains on the flat landSense my skin in sugar steep, a sieve thru slips celestial sand

I sip in sleepless nights black tea with ancient honeyI consume the stars.sugar crystals scrape my tongue, now wake me sound:Music from the sky affix the tempo as my heart pounds.

I balance on the pin of art,To sway between the heavens and the hard ground

Words are words, but livingIt's poetry