When I was like you,
I too wanted something 
of my very own: to tend, 
to fill with my own 
kind of language, dress 
in the silks of parachutes
and the flag of a country
I was certain to discover
as soon as I climbed over
my fears. Though I didn't  
yet have words for the early 
bereavements of self, 
I sensed another world 
beyond the door of the hive, 
beyond the shimmer of bees
pulsing like a wave wrapped
around and around the only 
universe they knew. 

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