The eye of the ant or the ant of my eye
Creeping and crawling, cold shivers rushing up and down “Fast and Furious” style
We fail to comprehend that the term “world” has its own social hierarchy
A food chain you could call it, or a lineage of complex dimensions incognito

The enigma of a miniature world astounds us like a cliché cliffhanger
Aware of the realization that each world carries its own in a Midas fist
It's a human’s delight to ascertain that we are a part of something magnanimous
Something so big that a daily dose of Mcdonalds couldn't get you there

For every galaxy, there are planets, for every planet we hypothesize has its inhabitants
Our universe is a web of uncertainty and mysteriousness, a genre of captivation
A never ending chain that is overcomplicated at e = mc2
So fast that we could reach mars and back within minutes, what a thought!

A matrix of epic proportion, struggling with the truth, or what we deem to be factual
A battle between fiction and reality, or are they the same?
Every facet of our identity is attached to a fictitious chain
For every movement, inflicting change to our conspicuous web of worlds

We say every action has its consequence, but why? Was that something Gandhi said?
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, but what world was he referring to?
Does every human in some eccentric manner tethered together
A ladder blazing a sunful radiance of eternal reality

The history of the human race has been plagued by commotion
Starting from the volcanerous eruption, a game of capture the flag between dinosaurs
The ball, an innocent, but vicious, embryo of a new Jurassic Park movie
Even the ignorant cavemen bop each other in the head with their clubs

We were cavemen and they are us, not in the past, but for eternity
In an Ivy League manner we extrapolate that they are “less intelligent”
The same way we refer to the myriads of sounds that Old McDonald sung
Humans are the most intelligent, but we weren’t always…

A town war, village war, city war, state war, country war, and even world war I, II, (III?)
I guess we humans are adrenaline junkies, I guess we so desirably want that rush,
The rush we simulate in a bloody game of Call of Duty, but still that is fun for us,
Is this what our world has come to, the human world at least, what about ant world?

This is what I see when I look at a repellent close up of an insect
Take a magnifying glass and put it up to your eye like a mad scientist
Then you will see reality, we think we are the only “humans” in our world
That we govern this culmination of dirt and H20, but what do insects think?

I’m pretty sure our ant counterparts believe they are the only “humans” too
That they govern this big bang of a rock
This concept is inculcated into every living creature on this planet
Or at least that's what I deem to be the truth of this ubiquitous reality

Every Sunday night, we anxiously sit waiting for the new episode of Game of Thrones
But what we see on our sleek plasma is not reality, its merely fiction
We spend our time watching fiction because we love the “Lord of the Rings” concept,
But look, look closely, a new episode occurs right before our naked eyes

Have you ever gone to the Bronx Zoo, I still go, people think it is a place for children
Umm ok, I guess that's what we define naiveté to be, utter ignorance and stupidity
Anyway, have you ever stared at the ant hills watching as those little dots that we
By mistake play twister with wind up and down through a little 2 feet mound


A: “Its so small, how do they all fit in there, its like India in there”

P: “You see how they are all organized, in sync with each other”
A: “Huh… I just see a million little legs and heads creeping left and right”

P: “Look closely, the queen stands looking over, this mound is a Queendom”

Looking ignorantly at an anthill you fail to comprehend the complex intricacies
What we deem as little unorganized creepy crawlers metaphor humanity
If we were aliens we would watch humans the same way we watch ants
From a higher world, not a position of enlightenment, but of height

Starting from a culture of little electroscopic plankton to the human race,
There are equivalent amount of worlds as there are galaxies
We can’t see all of them, but we know they are there
Still despite our knowledge of their existence, only a few understand


P: “Did you see that new movie, Epic, about the little mini leaf people?”

B: “No, what is it about, was it really that epic?”

P: “Funny kid, no it was about a secret world that existed in the forest”

B: “Interesting, a whole world in just one forest, it gets you thinking”

If humans were not so self-absorbed we could absorb the reality around us
We could zoom in like a Nikon camera and see worlds before our eyes
If everyone’s eyes were like satellites we could see with every zoom in,
A Game of Thrones appear, worlds that we never knew existed brandishing before us…


I took a few more minutes, staring effusively at the anthill, tour groups brushing by
It seems as if I was doing more of a reconnaissance than a casual striding look
As ignorance walked back and forth throughout the room, I looked harder
What I saw amazed me like the “Amazing SpiderMan” did

Call me E.T. if you’d like because like an alien I was studying my underlings
The queen was giving an iron fist speech to her people, I wonder who wrote hers?
Carrying little snippets of food or conversing in the streets, I could see the hierarchy
Their world was less complex than ours, but still the organization was epic


P: “Do you see what is unfolding in front of our eyes?”

C: “Bro I just see little insects moving around in circles, are you ok?”

P: “Pretend for one minute that you are intelligent and look closely”

C: “I feel as if you are mocking me, eh whatever I have to find my group”

Hoorah! They scream in an exotically insect tongue
Marching in unison, an army brigade with an Uruk hai fury
Millions of feet smacking the ground like the play “Stomp”
All in nude uniform, with conviction and pride, charging with a warrior’s spirit

Sitting alone on a rock slab of a chair, I was lost in my thoughts,
As I stared, little switches clicked on in my head at Flash speed, eureka eureka eureka!

Zooming into the heart and soul of the queen, I could see into her abyss
A powerful feminist that governed with a once chauvinistic authority

I guess slavery still exists, but just not in our world, but in this microscopic one
Pour souls of disarray, waddling lifelessly carrying like Atlas the weight of their world
Their masters hissing orders, punishment out pacing mealtime
They want to stop, I can see it in their tiny complex faces, but rest equals death

What is authority? I epiphanized, does it apply to ants?
The topic of conversation that so skillfully materialized into my subconscious
Looking down with a Sherlock Holmes intrigue, the Queen got me pondering life
What does this enigma symbolize? Maybe Dan Brown can tell me, “Ant-els and Demons”

P: “Authority to me is a fictitious label that is not of birth, but of assignment”
P: “A sticker of stability that guides us with a Yoda mentality”
P: “An eccentrically ubiquitous concept that pulls us back and propels us forward”
P: “A notion of eternal emulation, a madrigal source of enlightenment

Is her majesty’s 6th sense equivalent to a Tiger Mom asianness
I guess we could say the powerful witch has a lowercase “a” authority
While our yellow stereotype has an uppercase “A” authority
I guess our worlds and physical appearance reflect the scripture of the alphabet

An antaforum of classical pastime, filled to the brink with middle class ant-versation
Similar to our Wall Street, a wall of deception, corruption and capitalistic ingenuity
What about Ant Street? Is it as infamous or does it carry its own style of eccentricity
I guess ant world is not as different as ours, a shocking realization of reality

P: “Look at that ant, is he wearing a hat”
P: “It seems as if he is arguing on behalf of the slaves, an ant lawyer maybe?”
P: “Not black, but red, a fire ant of justice and emancipation”
P: “Wow, I know who he is, he is “Ant-abram Lincoln”

People hypothesize that we can only grasp reality by understanding the reality of the past
But what about the reality that exists in front of us, behind us and all around us
“Worlds” circumscribe our reality ?r2 style, but not our mentality
Hiding in plain sight like a KGB sleeper agent, petrifying all who can comprehend reality

The animalistic tendencies we carry like a textbook savvy bag on our soldiers is passed down,
From generation to generation, from world to world, like a family tree to infinity
Our conception of “world” mirrors understanding, the focal point unknown
So convex that when reality is reflected in front of our eyes, all we can see is fiction

3 long hours passed at ant speed, sitting in isolation, I was the only one who remained
Staring aimlessly around the room, lost in my thoughts, I was snapped back into reality
A security guard was looking at me with a cordial smile and told me I had to leave
I stood up, pins and needles in my feet and quietly walked out of the Bronx Zoo