We are the gathers. As humans call us, we never leave one another. We are not without ourselves, not for or solely ourselves.
We are most independent like themselves, them, humans so, independent individuals. We must always go where we collectively agree.
Disagreeing is how we agree to go where we must. Disagreeing leads us to light. It is our foundation as the gathers,
always stepping in proximity so long as to help and guide the lost in our gathering.
From the spires who knows who built them, we no longer can reach them any higher.
We walk to appreciate our ancestors together, marveling at the regality of each creation, creators, creating, curating, conjuring.
Such mothering our mother, the moth, our mom, a species of moth who formed us from her divine silk and threads.
Our pilgrimage leads us to her domain, giving our disagreements to her to take into a collective agreement to be together as gathers gathering.
A blessing to relieve ourselves of all the held in disagreements, even agreeing where to go yet.
Somehow our togethering ends up gathering to her. The humans think of us as what they call a sheep or followers.
There are no one to follow as we all follow one another, no other just her the mother.
We're grateful, what you call species, but unlike you humans we are not in peace as seizing receding to exist.
Oh, we travel, venture, to orbital sphere, to spire higher than our minds ire,
to spiked suns where our minds alight and ember when we begin to agree among the disagrees, degrees.
We hardly take a knee, striding, rising, ground, grounded, background, silhouette, yet fret.
We don't set in our ways we aren't. You humans think of us as mindless, as only the yes.
We only strive our lives on no's and disagreements. Maybe one day you will be inspired by our travels along the spires
and no longer will your people be independent living among facade buildings and powerful liars.