The Insect
as I look upon
the insect
unmoving
in ordinary tranquility
I ponder why he makes
me afraid
irrational fears
ancestral ideals
they take their toll
on the weak.
but if the only ailment
yet to be treated is
fear itself
how then
can the fittest truly survive?
I look upon the insect
and I realize
the fittest is the one without fear
and one day
we will live in a world
ruled by the insects
and what a beautiful world
it will be
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