There is a bee
That buzzes around my head
Every hour of the day
Masquerading its lethal sting with my imagination
As if in a fencing duel,
Bullying and cornering every idea,
Every tiny implantation
Of thought and picture.
This is no queen bee,
This is a God
Sitting on a mighty throne with the cowardly mind
Quivering at its mercy.
Ultimate knowledge, deceptive schemes,
The persistence and menace of an unstoppable terror.
Every
Beat
Of its silken wings thunders a pulse so heavy and rectifying
That it over-rides the heart in transmission.
Its honey propels my blood into supersonic speeds,
Generating energy so electric that
The power is unmatchable. But

At the bottom of my body lies a spirit.
On the sole of each foot
Lies the most beautiful magenta butterflies
Who with every flutter
Spiral up through my soul in perfect harmony,
Each floating wing spreads incredible love
Through everything that I am,
Intoxicating every particle with immaculate feeling
So numbing that it rules my world,
Killing all evil and unleashing nirvana upon me.

The butterflies save me from the horror of the bee;
Their heaven delivers us from the hell within me.