White Sands.

« out of the haze a giant floating light appeared. 
its body was a poem 
written in the language of Cain. 
here was a missile that had left the earth 
and returned to touch me. 
the desert became the past. 
the dead marched across the sands to reach me. 
their shadows crossed my face 
and i began to cry. 
the sky opened. 
i could see the darkness. 
i wanted to take a picture 
but all i could do was dance. 
that’s when the bees arrived, 
riding on broken fragments of time ».

Wax or The Discovery of Television Among the Bees from David Blair on Vimeo.