60: On a human ~ ant landscape, god feeds on us ants.
It’s unparalleled to the end.

Sing: this changing place, this pebbled
shore is in the repair shop because
it is the repair shop — as miles streak by...

We’ll do what we can — crawling to maturity
set on the rarity of natural youth and beauty.
Slim odds. Almost the same as hopeless to times in hope
Yet guardians that follow grow tired of interruptions and self-
reflective outreach; herein the corporation is late
and lonely as an interdiscipline that threatens.

When? as soon as today.