What if Bee Neith was a beautiful woman,
laid out like an endless sea.
Pregnant with thought ,
full of an eternity,
The sight it appeared across her eyes on the horizon,
but since one eye was blind,
and all the other could see was misery,
she cried tears of life she’d never be.
It kept turning and evolving, mixing and revolving,
cannot be sure what truth do see.
In a drop did it escape her,
as her soul turned into vapor
and fell far far far away from she.
How she can’t control it, can only look, behold it,
as nature enfolds her energy.
What an orderly nest is conceived,
for her seed, she’s appeased,
and let’s sense take the lead.
They say follow the light,
it’s out there if you can detect it.
She knows that can’t be right,
it’s in she, dark reflects it
Can’t they see?
Now they’re caught up in desire,
chasing shadows in the darkness,
when nothing’s really moving but me.
Why do they jump at a nothing,
wanting to be something,
not meant to be.
Ahhh, she decided, that is the great mystery!
Let them descend in the end,
it will be as it must be,
What’s mine, will be mine,
they will see my reflection,
then shall my tears return to me…