"The day you died I went into the dirt,
Into the lightless hibernaculum
Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep out the blizzard
Like hieratic stones, and the ground is hard.
It was good for twenty years, that wintering --
As if you never existed, as if I came
God-fathered into the world from my mother's belly:
Her wide bed wore the stain of divinity.
I had nothing to do with guilt or anything
When I wormed back under my mother's heart."
To the Greatest Lady I will ever know. May you fare well on your next journey. May love and light find you in the darkness.
Karen Wilson 8/13/1938-4/25/2006
Into the lightless hibernaculum
Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep out the blizzard
Like hieratic stones, and the ground is hard.
It was good for twenty years, that wintering --
As if you never existed, as if I came
God-fathered into the world from my mother's belly:
Her wide bed wore the stain of divinity.
I had nothing to do with guilt or anything
When I wormed back under my mother's heart."
To the Greatest Lady I will ever know. May you fare well on your next journey. May love and light find you in the darkness.
Karen Wilson 8/13/1938-4/25/2006
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I consider you my friend.
Ps... It's not a chain letter but you should pass it on to your friends!
Pss... It was DIMEBAG