where will you wander, crossers of grass
on legs of hurries, tossers of mass
you scurry across my hands
or along the screen
oblivious of me and all that I mean
I wish you safe passage for all my failed fingers
do what you need
directed by the crew
your company surrounds me
though often I can't see
your designs of food and construction
happiness plea
feel you emotions
in your tireless motions
I feel some for you from up here
a level beyond Mutual comprehension
subjects of object
colony collection
fruitful dispensation
Roman Ryan 