I will come to you. Like a ride without collisions. Stoke the fire. The immortal flight. Immortality liquor. The word-bee divinizes the mouth, heals the wounds of the word. Bees carry flower names. From the wings emerging from the graves. Liban, liban, liban procreation. Messenger of the invisible world to unite us on the tip of her wings.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.