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A Gathering Countless spots of light A cloud sheltering stars Like a vision of the soul. Does the brilliance veil distinctions? A colony of floating cells or a profusion of selves? Where do I enter? How do I navigate this world? Where is your queen?
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The poem is a response to an animation that attempts to depict how bees with their compound eyes and pixelated vision might see human beings. I was struck by how the digital impressions resembled swarms of a kind. and of us? Are we as humans one being or possibly a multitude of intelligences? Are we ‘created’ (within the mind of a bee) in the bees own image; and does this notion reflect back to us and remind us of another way of being? |