Flap. Flap. Flap.
Surrender. Release.
Flow to a flower.
Extend proboscis tip.
Suckle the nectar.
It tastes very sweet.

Someone is looking.
Someone who?
Someone where?
No circuit to compute
the origin of threat..
Someone? Somewhere?
Another presence.
A disturbance
in the air.

A sudden motion.
Crushed. Extinguished.
Nothing. Nothing.
Nothing left for me
with which to feel.

And then I am..
I see The All.
My every thermal
fluctuation
in the universal
field.