Romanesque ants roam their olfactory avenues oblivious to obstacles, on an inexorable exodus from their kitchen conquests to their colony's core and then farther than before, to explore new mores of sinks and drink rings.
Their tiny bodies somehow supporting unbearable burdens of cake crumbs and chip mist, they march meandering lanes from baseboard to cheese board and back.
Their way, a labyrinth winding to a city under our world. The odyssey a mystery no man may see. We wander numbly through the world of the human being.
Down our asphalt avenues, oblivious to aught but ourselves, on an inexorable exodus from our carbon conquests to our capitals and then further than before, to explore new mores of hedonism and humans being.