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.

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