The entire universe
can fit into our skulls.
We see through light and time.
We are 13 billion years old,
I’m told.
We’re as old as the star dust
in our bones.
We’re small-
smaller than the invisible things
that crawl upon our skin.
We don’t see them,
they matter not.
Does the universe see
the little things?
Oh! but they must!
They do!
the little things,
the kind acts
of miniature beings.
Do we matter not,
are we not matter?
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