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DARKNESS DRONES. HIVE OUTBOUND

for down soft shade prospecting,

to glades without a sound

a black bee aims, connecting

where, ethereal, yet

that noiseless flight inviting,

in seed-crypt darkness set,

a wondrous bloom’s igniting.

Who fills the comb by night?

Dreams timid with hushed aching,

you, grey-cloaked coenobite,

reach for, their nurture taking.