Floating in the atmosphere,
the world looks
so different from up here.
The scars torn over
her green lands, less visible.
The grey, red wounds,
cities strewn over lands of grass.
The glinting light
reflecting off glass.
Insect life always
following the same path.
Formicarium landmass.
Hive mind life spans miles,
colonising and destroying,
as I float away, I notice the lack of borders.
only drawn on to cause us to conform.
The insects all seem the same
going about their tribal games,
unaware that they are the ones
being played.
Circumnavigating
in metal birds, brains decayed.
Swarming like wasps,
drones to the order of the day.
Societal collapse.
A new bypass,
built to connect
two already connected paths.
Ant farm biodome.
Our green/blue home.
Floating further,
dark side of the moon
waves me on,
as I drift into the milky way.
No more milling crowds.
Earth just a speck
on the canvas of space,
a blot across which
the insects still race
but out here
I turn and face
the ever long evening song.
Seeing forever and a day
lying in front of me.
In awe I stare, at stars near but far,
but I miss the green, I miss the blue,
I swim back through the universal soup
and there in front of me,
the place I'm meant to be.
Not to be another insect,
nor to follow the swarm,
but to speak truth, to be human.
To live in this place.
The man who went to space,
to return with a smile on his face.
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