We never knew

Dark bugs squirm through the squishy mud
While enormous energies seethe through empty space.
A white dog stares into the cool whispering wind
And the network hums a little tune to itself.

At the playground, a little boy throws sand at his friend.
His bright-colored clothes appeared at the store as if by magic:
A liquid symphony of flowing light and mathematics created them,
And new things are crawling in the air, things we cannot see.