An unknowable distance
reaching towards unearthly destination
birthed from cosmic origin
the silent black is disrupted
a twitch
of the hand that shakes
a fist at the sky
//
to know is to understand
ourselves as in a dream
of dying or eternal life
to those who wait
but what of us
ourselves
lost
in an atmosphere
below and above
//
not quite
moving we delight in
the thoughts of slumber
whose peace is like silence
the payment and reward for
death
we have just
to ask
the sagacious bee 