A tower
Metres and metres high
To people at the top
We are but ants beneath the sky
See them
Ants upon the floor?
See their hustle here
Bustle there, want for something more?
Today
I was one of those ants
A small existence ‘twas
One at which I looked askance at
Up here
I see it all so clear
I’ll fly beneath the sky above
And bring it ever near’r
But to fly
From this tower high
Will stop only me
Not the ants beneath the sky
About Me
- Cella
- Cella is currently in some far distant corner of the universe (no joke, she can see the actual corner!). Every so often she sends a communication back to Earth and it appears on this blog. No one knows how she does it, but that's the way it happens. With her odd mix of science and artsiness, she continues to do whatever she's doing in that corner of the universe (maybe selling off stars?). [any innacurate facts are purely Cella's fault]
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