yesterday when i pulled a bee from his left front pad he danced along with a current of bee electricity, and i felt it too, go up my spine in memory and connection.

walking along the dirt mountains made by the new path i saw this beehive disc and felt all the pattern recognition echoes of that image, bucky fuller's first geodesic dome in carbondale and my amber ring, and the fossil i found on the afternoon walk in the shallows. like a prehistoric hive turned to stone. and i thought of how when i put something on mister's head he ponders what it means, and thinks it in, and i see inside his hive mind, and feel the soft buzz in my own.