We fly together

expained the hen.

Or crawl separately?

implied the worm.

Our choice?

asked the hen.

To informate or calculate

irrationally

too negative

not double-bound enough,

forgetting (0) graced balance

and swooping octaved harmonies,

imagined flights with distant cousins,

replied the longish worm.

 

Birds and butterflies!

said the hen.

Comets and stars,

leptons and quarks,

yin and yang,

surfing systems up and down

around and back again,

sighed cavish cocoon.

 

We fly together,

or dissonantly burn and bury

and throw ourselves,

our nutrients,

positive-exformating value,

away,

sang regenerating radiant song,

 

Where they will

eventually

learn to crawl together

toward regenerated flight,

ventured the pregnant butterfly.

 

The sky is falling!

said the hen.

Or you have taken flight,

said the worm,

de-caying in the hen.

 

We fly together!

exclaimed the hen.

And crawl together,

implied her wormish warmth.