The poem intricately weaves themes of loneliness, memory, and the passage of time using metaphorical imagery. The speaker describes the invasive presence of beetles and bees as symbols of lost dreams and experiences. The vivid depictions of nature and solitude lead to a contemplation of existence, with the juxtaposition of light and darkness representing hope and despair. The imagery of celestial objects, like the crescent moon, hints at the potential for connection and understanding, despite the overall sense of isolation present in the work.
Siphoned out via bullet holes, like honeybees smoked out their hive, chorus of black lines, burned thick and dark, gilded grill marks, hexagon honey stuck to their eyes, there are six sides to loneliness.
Blind to the brilliance, I died with my eyes at an angle to my skull. Said I'd be right back. Nevermore.
Pluck a hole in the circle's skin. Black rip in a bag. This is where memories turn corners.
Finger tucked around a crescent moon, light splits and splices the room, disconnects the dots, casts a constellation onto sheetrock.
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