I looked down at all the tiny cracks on my arm,
and saw mountains and valleys on a field of skin.
Microscopic animals climbing hair like a tree
for a view beyond the horizon.
Just tiny animals on tiny animals, on a tiny rock,
going about its tiny day

–like the universe, casually slipping away.

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