Pure Obscurity
As ants crawl in the shade of trees
Another lonely creature dies,
And all of this occurs in chorus,
Right before our mortal eyes!
And somewhere far-off in the distance
I hear the frantic buzz of flies,
Though soon their sound in fully drowned,
As I ascend through brighter skies!
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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