Sometimes a Nest is a Parent

Bodies find new ways to say

How enthralled and beholden

They are when it comes to dreams—

From the priests invoking gods

Of local geographies

To the young postdoctorate

Writing, award-winningly,

I hope that my work can help

To pass on the cognitive

Algorithms that I have

Inherited from mentors—

The creatures articulate

Carrying capacity

For disembodied notions

Assembling in lattices

Of what, just what exactly?

Fledgling, the dreaming itself

Tilts past the edge of the nest.