She’s been buzzing, rpeming at 1,000 flutters.
I don’t know how much Time she has left.
She’s survived my swats so many times.
I learned to love her; I will not kill her.
So many eyes hip to her Lilliputian existence;
Is she aware, though? Can she be a Being?
Polyhedral light cups are enough
To survive my slow-motion swats.
She’s been buzzing, something died —
All those eyes, still alive;
Goldblum barfing still triggers,
His decay & leaping joy still amazes…
My fly’s been buzzing around
For a couple of days now —
I should wax archaeological
& research wikipaedical:
She as sign & meme,
Are there goddesses erected to her?