Autopsy of Spring (draft)

...among other things,
the vibration
of bees, winter's
rhythm sliced
at its seams,

gentle crack
of the knife
in the sternum
of pines,

the knife
at the throat
of the sea;
a well-designed incision.

We begin to understand-

the organs,
where they lie
beneath the skin
of the sky, of the corpse
on its cold steel table...

examine the ribbons
of its offspring.

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