No I contact

words are dead
unread.

in the black and white
of hindsight
people
seek to topple
an accepted creed

always pushing,
bold, gold-rushing,
prying, trying,
breaking, remaking.

an ant
antennae feeling the air
hesitatant
gains confidence
to increase its knowledge
tiptoes onto the page
and creepdarting out and quick backtracking
starts charting this new land.

no warning smells
the sky falls

crash
crush
mush.
now flat as a letter
history, too
but all human eyes will see
is an iillegible scribble
meaning nothing to them
out of its place
in their story.