I DREAMT TONIGHT I WAS AN ANT RUNNING UP A TREE I STARTED DOWN AT THE ROOTS HAD A DAY TO REACH THE BRANCHES IN THE SKY MY SIX LEGS WORKED LIKE TINY PLIERS AS I FOUND MY WAY UP THE BOLE THE VERTICAL LANDSCAPE WAS NEITHER SMOOTH NOR SILENT THE BREEZE WAS A STORM SINGING IN THE VALLEYS OF BARK THIS OLD FELLOW HAS FOR SKIN THIS OLD TRUNK THAT ENDURED MY ASCENT WITH STOIC MOANS ALL BUT A WITNESS OF THINGS THAT HAD GONE THINGS THAT WOULD COME THINGS THAT JUST ARE I DREAMT I HEARD THE CHAIN SAWS ROARING IN DISTANCE THE LAND STILL AROUND MY TREE NO DANGER I RECKON IN THE NEURONS FIRING IN MY GANGLIONS NO FEAR NO EXCITEMENT NOTHING BUT NUMB GROPING OF REALITY ONE DAY MY GRIP WILL LOOSEN AND I'LL FALL THE ENDLESS FLIGHT WITH ME WE'LL ABANDON ALL HOPE.
Wow. This will give you another clue to my very simpleness. I had to read that paragraph literally about 20 times or more.
Great photo, and I'm not to sure how I feel about the text yet other than, "wow"