I am the sleepy queen bee of a honeycomb universe sleeping alone in my beehive bed in the silence of a dark winter I feel the restless lines in the palm of this world I have crawled through its every black hole spring comes I give birth to a thousand young ones drunk from my andromeda milk they totter out of the hive to swing on the opening buds of galaxies and roll the dust of light into the hot coal of the night sky Kristiina Ehin