Ladybirds are god

Picking up the seeds of shasta daisies – I see – a preponderance of ladybirds – materialising in between – my fingers – once I send one off on its celestial wings – I rudely awaken – more – from their nap – and they start oozing into the world – in between – my fingers – out of nowhere – sleeping in the dry crumpled petals – around the crowns full of seeds – through my fingers – ladybirds – on my fingers – ladybirds – sleeping – ladybirds – slipping – from my fingers – into the other – realms