Drone in the dark-
We asked for everything present from generation to generation,
with no relation to the next.
Torture for a sense of progress.
Each time the sticky secretion slowly separating
-connectivity lost-
I have to put my fingers way up high to get any of the royal jelly.
The security alarm goes off, but there is no intruder.
Take the batteries out and come back to bed.
Your face caught in the green orb of night vision surveillance.
*A look of concern, but also ease*
Frame by frame,
repeating and duplicating;
a sense of control.