moving up through the ranks
wounded ant repairs himself
sends himself back into the fray
where he nary has time for loose chit-chat
nor counterproductive influences
there is no home sweet home
just a constant moving forward
last twenty-four hours exposing a dying light
in an ever-changing horizon
punching holes through earth
and wood often lead to nowhere
but when consumed by a billion megabytes
may uncover lasting paradise
december two thousand thirteen
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Great imagery, J!
“Wounded ant repairs himself” is a wonderful line. Kind of what life’s all about.
That’s kind of what I was thinking, Millie – they do tend to continue to go about their business regardless ;`)