Invisibly insignificant
weightless grains of dust without a destination
each to their own
accidental passengers of the solar wind
floating in the amniotic darkness
we know we are being watched by the Black Vastness
but are too small to gravitate
too powerless to navigate
hostage to our own Brownian motion
confused by each others’ echoes
we travel wherever the wind may take us
unbelonging pieces of the cosmic clutter
each to our own
we continue
each to our own
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