Sometimes I feel I am melting.
That I have no boundaries.
That in the vast symphony
of space and sky I am
smaller than a dust mote
floating in the ether.
We humans ascribe so much
importance to ourselves.
But all this posturing is futile
against the ravages of time
and the turn of the planets,
ad infinitum.
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