Breathing deeply from my nostrils, I slow down and watch,
An uncountable number of ants and crabs running around, slaves to entities that don’t exist.
I look down at my hands and feet, legs and arms… Am I a crab, ant, or something worse? I look at the watch,
10:28 pm, its getting late outside, but there is so much left to be done. I must, I will. Persist, come on, persist.
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Niko Papadatos (
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A most interesting poetic reflection of what one is and in its last statement reinforced with the same ferver and mindless resolve as the ant or crab to just do something. Nicely crafted
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