we begin at dusk lying in wait while the world moves apace oblivious to our woes and whims the night flight begins coordinated cluster into the abundant sky despised & expectant driven to extinction we make black tendrils against a setting sun wings thrashing perfect pink beauty in arrangement throbbing impulse movement in tandem a wild yearning for survival we can't escape these age-old habits we crave damp caves to satisfy nocturnal needs some things come natural in the dark
