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What Isn't Mine Suffices
Leaves fall. Snow falls.
Both fall beyond my notice
in places I will never know
observed by eyes I will not see.
What I will never know
fills the universe.
I have my fragment of time,
My tiny space, no more.
All else is mystery.
A reverence fills the hollow,
sufficient in its
measureless expanse.