A colony embarks beneath
a temple
of pine
and builds a home beside
my right hand
balanced carelessly atop root.
Cones of light splay over our
sanctuary, listening in on
sacred lessons
stealing away with our secrets
hiding them between layers
of sky.
I am one and they are
one thousand, showing me
the might an army can
carry atop an exoskeleton
and I could smash their tiny world
with the careless weight of my
right hand,
bringing them five plagues
of destruction with
formidable metacarpals.
I watch, instead, with
youthful intrigue
as they create a world
with their many legs
meticulously growing
grain by grain
a private congregation
in our consecrated place
of worship
and I wonder how this
mass of unity and I
could possibly
share the same sun.

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