We Arrive Beneath A Sky Of Nectar
We are split. We are separated. Divided. We go into the dark. There is a point of light, and another, and then darkness. We dance, vibrating. There is movement. There is new light. A new place. We scout. Day night day night day night day...The sky turns to nectar. Clouds of nectar. A universe of nectar. The sun arcs. We fly. We dance, vibrating, in darkness. Here it is here here here it is. New home. We tend. We rear. We grow.