Insect lust or insect love
there's no telling them apart
if you're not a bug
But from down here I can see the gears
the guts of the watches molecular tiers
Now if you're a bug in insect love
then you only do things with other bugs
But if it's lust and survival is a must
than the things
that you do are to other bugs
There are laws built into
the nest and this is the crux of it
But how do you apply this to the world
We are given too much room
to be expected to do only good
We are more curious than bold
and we were quiet before we went cold
Animal art or animal shit
Boot legged thoughts or collegiate wit
It all looks the same if it ain't holy writ
But from up here I can see the gears
where the guts of the clocks mimic
the heavenly spheres
Our mathematics and faiths are
just ways of devouring space
while we continue to devolve
Separate hearts are the whole of the law