Time; yes,
Time enough.
Time enough to wade
through words,
scurrying to and fro,
to and fro, like ants;
a tide,
a tide of writhing black bodies
hissing as their serif toes
dimple the mind.
Watch them form trails,
form order from the chaos
as ant words flow,
flow into single lines
hunting thought food,
back and forth,
back and forth,
back to the nest
where the fungus grows.
Time; yes.
Time enough.


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Left you wanting more eh? Well, sorry about that. To me it feels complete and ended as and when it should. any more would feel superfluous. Many thanks for your kind comment 

