Let my vanities wane.
For every spark of cognizance.
For each gain and pain.
Let me unskew my image inane.
Just a speck in cosmos
Ray of light from nowhere to somewhere.
So were the world's empires and emperors.
So the constellation of Conquerors and paupers.
Each moment makes eternity.
Every note sings the song
Every word makes an epic
The cosmos is indeed a microcosm.
I make the cosmos.
Speck by speck I gather,
the vanities of my perception.
The glue that holds it on.
The ruse of existance.
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