A Poem About Mortality, Gloria Mundi

i hold two truths kind of at the same time. There's aberbinical teaching, as i understand it, about mi pomping a note in each one of your pockets. B one says something like, i but a speck of dust. The other is something like, the world was created for me. It's that is my smallest gesture matters. Weigh more than i coun possibly understand. But the smile that we give to the weary traveller may change the course of their day in a profound way. I mon to keep writing poems. And i'm going to do that aware that i'm or at least seeing myself as as part of a very large group of people who are here