Below-petals of the Lilies

I would drink again sweet nectar

that are not only syrups plant

but painstakingly derived missing

from fruits full of petals of lilies,

eager to move small jumps

to the huge flower without fragrance

so as not to be drowned in the juices

they flutter between flower outline

of which coming on light dizziness

but at the very attempt inhalation

early summer rain drops of below-petals

After a morning ascent Aglow

the vast and invisible nostrils

which I am only partially aware,

but mind the existing hairpin

as infant jelly raw

and so I am familiar with a garden atmosphere

I'm losing it from the memories

from which I wake up to another delivery

eternally present bees of the Ekumena

and do not even know what I'm made of

because I do not see any dust and ashes,

I do not believe that is the dawn of them seasoned

because how would I flew that way

while the rare rain dripping aspire to execute me

that they could tell to the Gentiles

that the bees and the people once knew to dig

common roots of these below-petals.

Here, I already avails itself of the fruit,

I've already picked up a spiritual arms

in which counts the number of new ages

and where fed me a great bunch of lilies,  

and just a breath of freshness looming,

modest wish was and jelly.

Oh, and the bird struck up

as if she took my word.

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