Termite castles from the ground up
They do not know what they are doing
They play at it and could not be happier
 
Could not be elsewhere
A place where there is an overhead
An arc of consciousness that reveals
 
Plans for the magnificent structures
They have already made
They already live
 
The colony brain unburdened with
Those representations of possible things
Somehow completely unlike sex or food
 
The billions of animalcule neurons
Each blind will act alone in company
With the appearance of intent
Or perhaps the emergence of intent.