the funeral for a fallen bumble bee has ceremony.
ants make pilgrimage and march around,
maybe to recycle the stinger into ant hill grains
or maybe as a host in some cannibalism communion
or maybe nothing at all.
i stared for 10 minutes or maybe it was 3 years.
all the preparations and precision don`t matter now.
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still the jungle 
Nevertheless something was going on.
i don’t know anymore. it seems like in one hand is light speed sand castle making and in the other-a fire hose destroying whatever was just created never existed. one continuous now of nothing.
A little Don Marquis here, and I loves me some Don Marquis.
back to wikipedia i go