Either way
we find ourselves
Where we sit
and how we fit
Minute or gigantic
Titanic bulk
or teensy bit
Indeed we are
the space between
A got together
fleeting slot
Such abundance
at our fingertips
In who we are
And when we’re not
Add to that our
constant changes
That must leave
though never go
A universe of
changing places
So hard to be
yet even so
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