Everyone knows the bee courts the flower, but it's two flowers, they're the same, defective in this world, petals aren't great, stem is bad, many thorns to prune, it will never bloom. Night bleeding into day and it mourns, it's like some giant storm on a seashore, all the bodies of drowned people, the angry spirits that are mad at you, they live inside them, the heavy and torrential rain wakes them up, an angry sky, dirty clouds.
A far away middle eastern palace and field of camels dissolves into red dust, glasses off, her sadness continues, eyes sadly blinded, a sad reflection, sad soul, sad heart, just sad, that's all.