You can dream of a knife, its laddered 
spine beside a plate of bread or fruit, 
and not think twice about it. You 
might dream of the same knife sailing 
through the air, landing in the soft 
center of a target that explodes 
as a blast mine.  It releases cloudy 
hexagons in the air, summoning 
the bees. In the dream you give them 
all your teeth, which you've plucked
like pearls from a modest clothes-
line. You've been told that to dream
of losing teeth is a portent of coming
death. But the bees know this already:
when they fly too far or are separated
from their tribe, they die alone in that wide
wilderness just a few yards from the hive. 

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