It is by my envy of your happy life that makes me less happy but being too happy is that happiness,

You little ant crawling up a ghost gum tree in some evolutionary plot of barks and dark find shadows numberless,

Antenna extension – looks like a new trail of light from brothers left in smell like rain,

O for my wants to so evaporate like that draft (ant pheromone) of true vintage that has rested cool of long age in the deep delivering earth.

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