This is almost a sonnet in breadth and depth (and if any two lines were indented, it’s a sonnet). Here we get a glimpse or more a flicker of eusocial insects. We learn very little and that’s all we get. Unlike bugs, we make it to another side of our future / past yet either way, a lot like bugs, we’ll wipe ourselves out by ‘circumstances.’

Your reading ‘circumstances’ as embedded satire results from programmed abundance. I don’t try to be funny, relax or specify the invisible.