Explore the ulterior for interior reasons. Navigate like Polynesians by the feel of winds, our body's pulse, hunger and fatigue, our breath, smell, the sun, stars, watching birds, high clouds and counting the days. Watching night's placental bats. Planting time is spring. No early crop here I guess.
Winter wheat grows somewhere else.
Night, and we grow more open heart and minded. The vampire or the idea of the vampire, or scuttling scrape of the vampires wingtips keeps us awake. Awake until we can begin to touch each other softly and gently as the vampire bat. Awake, helping each other stay awake into an ulterior night. I little know.