Where eye focuses, there eye climbs.
Eye buzzes with bees, I am not shy.
My nose is pollen smitten,
'cause mouth has tasted the rip of honey.
Eye sees clouds. Eye sees birds.
Eye flocks with them.
Flight of weeks makes no difference to us princesses.
Flight of years shows little reverence to us witches.
Only moment matters to us and caterpillar.
We Sisterhood dream Life while Life dreams us.
Life and us, we play a duet. We of double wide feet
fit for walking the sole migrations of soul retreats.
Left foot first, right foot follow.
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