By Jason Rizos
Read by Jesse Livingston, of the band The Far Stairs (lots of free downloads at Reconstruction Records)
The honeybees arrived in the spring, though it was as if they were always there. They built their home within his walls. The combs aligned within.
The sound was there as he slept. An enormous stone pestle, perhaps fixed on the Earth’s own axis, grinding in an enormous granite mortar. The sound of paper hexagons forming, the sound of mathematical architecture. He became a part of them. They reached him, drifted past basal ganglia, deep within the cerebral hemispheres of his brain, beyond the center of his cognate mind. There aligned a message, a primal distress signal.