I'm feeling drops of honey land on my head
Some mornings can get that sticky
I just want to lick and lick them
Suck that sweetness to the pit
How else get to the serious seed
Each morning comes to plant
How else be grateful enough
That the light comes back at all
That every night at the great council
Of lights they vote to return or not
They weigh our collective heart
And consult their medical texts
Arguing mercy over wisdom
And still they decide to come back
Or at least make one more attempt
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