Move., click, crawl through dark unspun,
where light forgets what it’s become.
Each grain a law, each step begun
before the birth of any sun.
They build where gravity takes hold,
their bodies small, their patience cold.
From photon dust, their towers rolled,
a silence carved, a faith retold.
No queen, no hunger, no command,
just structure where no foot can stand.
They weave the black, they thread the strand,
their anthem stitched through falling sand.
Crawl, move, click eternal, slow,
through currents only nothing knows.
Each orbit hums, each passage glows,
each mandible dissects what grows.
They shape the void to keep it still,
their motion bound to nameless will.
When stars collapse, they labour still
a rhythm older than the thrill.
Click, crawl, move till time is done,
till all dimensions merge to one.
The last equation overrun,
their order hums where none begun.
Thorn and Benediction 
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