MOS: Hyperion

I have no new news,
the ant still paces along the cracked paint of the window sill,
nothing will.

Seven nights watched and baited,
sugar crumbs and cubes.
The white white white.

With a breathe it could fall
carried away by exhale:
The sugar and the ant
carried away from the sight of exhale.

Now silent.

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