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Entire civilizations could fall and collapse

and you would be left standing -

a monolith among the rubble.

The universe could implode on itself,

a black hole deeper than everything,

and you would be left floating in the void.

Infallible, ubiquitous you.

You’re in every gust of torrential wind,

every bud torn from every branch -

and yet I reach and scrape nothing but

sea dust and ash with my fingertips.

There are not enough sieves in the world

to sift through it all.

Mariel Fechik, “You”

(via quasi-poets)

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