As It Is

Here, at the wish of our King and the Queen
The sun rises and sets in
the  workers collect ,process, and store
nectar in polygonal cells round the clock
but for whom they don't know
the instinct never explained.
destruction always evolve from within
and time as a tuned explosive clicks at the right time
till then we have tricky choices
walking  over the plumes of fire
over the chordless string
a new begining, ever thirsty and as it's been dreamt of.