Scapes
landscapes
and lovescapes
beescapes
buzzing from a trunk
a
scapespace of loveliness
bloodscapes
clotting in little islands
pulsing
and scaping
like
fine flour through a sieve
through
a hive
through
a scape
of
eyes and nerves through the night
a
vision and a feeling
and
then the nothingness of peacefulness
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