Why has the gaze

been placed upon the ants?

 

Universes aligned,

understand and acknowledge

a greater cause.

 

Should one expect

such splendor

from a hill of sand?

 

Intentions rest to wash it away,

and yet, we call to you.

 

There is a fog with dawn;

a haze with dusk.

 

You rest between.

 

Understand what you create.

It exists as a parable of reason.

Know this as we speak,

I’ve longed for your voice.

 

Those around me are as feeble

as what we’ve constructed here.