honeycombs
deep within, and surface level
they are made in god’s image, the
bees, the atoms, the whole damn thing is
weak and strong, strong and weak,
attraction, repulsion, geometry
sacred and profane; there are
those of us in constant orbit,
molecules in masses such that
shapes must be formed, must be seen;
to a small enough observer
(you, or I)
life exists only as
pattern recognition.
i close my eyes, i close my eyes, i
try not to understand any of it.