A tiny ant, upon a flake
He couldn't feel his whole world shake
For he was shaking synched the same
A pawn within a larger game
He climbed a blade, to see the sky
And all his friends thought he was high
And to applause he walked so tall
And claimed to see outside the ball
He built a scope of spacetime made
An instrument upon the blade
And he the same, drew carefree flicks
As fast as so the whole world ticks
As ants to man, as man to maker
Ever trapped inside snow shaker
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Keep walking tall...magnificent:-)
ReplyDeleteOoh, careful with the maker bit. Don't want to be misunderstood.
ReplyDeleteLove it.
ReplyDeleteA giant flea - a tiny tree - Sighs? - Our eyes are blind - You see
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