From Poems with No First Names

the flowers are black with joy
the sky is lovely as a flame
I fly away on a day of honey
would you like to fly with me

would you like honey or lightning
would you like a flower like a sky
would you like flowers like lightning
would you like a sky of honey

who flies below me
you lovely day of honey
who flies above me
you lovely black flame of joy

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