ant

We buzz beneath the ranges. We slip into cavaties. Our liquid architecture works in slow motion. We are becoming the stones we wear down.

I am an object in motion. I am time + space. I am a softly whispered verse in a crowded room. I am the dichotomy of a tripched world.

This is not a rainbow but a spectrum. You are not nothing but obselete. The camera shutter dialates like a mother to be. Your first intake of breath is a scream.