Finally out of the dog,
The project has got momentum,
I am not alone anymore.
My works don’t fall into the void,
The echo is lost,
Reasoning returns from they canyon.
Science is a community
The static office
Leaves little room to the spacious personalities
of its inhabitants.
Little ants with black backs
Collect and reposition
Inert Objects within a superior map.
Protected by their hard exterior,
Their inner stay sky might remain untold
But always at reach.