flow swifter pushed into shades
rushing blacker too deep to penetration see
perceive in gravel sand cavernous beds
time water rush flow current carved
out by gripping gouging flood currents
time flexing finger massaging flows,
to cities where buzz bees at work drones
materialism pampered, scurrying tiny ants
rushing creating colony cities splinter hives
to embrace or hound other aspired colonies
in trade in war in peace in scratch treaties,
reshaping their world immune to shadows,
busy rushing seconds minutes hours
into plan plain harvest tasks,
stealing days weeks years of lives
in economies growth desires,
beneath light of sun or neon ants
are busy about their tasks in shades of time;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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