🐜ANT🐜
Any prepared palace. Remarkably ambivalent. Resilient spice, specs of insects, infest my home, in every location.
Hear (🦻) with cheer that is no good.
Carrying corpses of others detritus, in lines, across floor, over ceiling, down walls. Defy gravities suction. Their quiet satisfaction, plucky fucks.
Here (🏠) microscopic, mere flecks of dots, there. Remember, marching in Colombo’s, consuming our breakfast. Palm-size, ferocious. Still silent, more precocious, though.
Slow to consider, they proliferate structure. To others, impenetrable, sealed to air, tighter than Breeam requires. Stiller no obstruction, ran liquidity like functionality.
Peppered infinite, Myrmecology metronome. Infidels legroom. Plumage to the chosen few. Infest tributary trickle through.
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About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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