Rail against reality
The shutter ignored after the depression
Of the button
No, I do not want to see
What you see
Do i?
You see like the stars do
Wide like the arms of the sky
I am an ant hiding in the sugar bowl
Seeing what you do
How you do
Is like eating icing sugar and baking soda
Certain death
For ants like me
Though I do hear you
Lean toward sunlight
You whisper to me
Lean dear one reach
The stars are waiting
~
©2010
Leigh-Anne Tyson
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Soul Conversations III ~ ants in the sugar bowl