I had a Dream of Bees

I had a dream of bees  
and a vibrating bed of lead
I had a thought of hanging plants  
of do's and don'ts  
of if's and cant's
 
and in my dream
my taut throat seemed
to keep me from  
what keeps me free
 
when words are lacking
and rapture seems enough  
I check the wreckage
my whole face a blemish
then I proceed with light and love
 
I forget my slip up
calculations and data
and like twitchy wooden  
summer cicadas  
I join the choir of the waking machine
my life on earth a foggy dream