smaller than everything large

the coffee in my hand is bigger than the other side
their whole world could fit into my hand
but they exist!
small
frail
fragile– parallel worlds;
just patience and eyes
patience–
and they become.
pause–
and they appear.
and if you wait just enough,
like you,
into dust they return.

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all fleeting

moon stretched its hands
to revere my being
or as a call for departure,
mine own.

and I hear calls
calling me to listen the cave’s call
for time is delayed before it reaches here.