Treading on the plank is an ant
And another ant
And around tens
One going up,
Another coming down
They meet each other on the way
Kiss, they share
One continues
And kiss another
I couldn't help but wonder
Is this an hello
Or a whisper
Or is the first ant cheating on the other
Or maybe one is the parent
And the other is the son
Or they're all siblings
Or probably an extended family
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Into My Eyes
PoetryThis is a shift from the "lies and hyperbolism" of poetry. This is not a lie. It's is a dissection of my eye. My thoughts are horrific and beautiful. I see angels where I should see monsters; I see demons where I should see daffodils and sunflowers...
