So Vast

I am

blank.

So vast

is my time here

that I feel it

awash in white

like all of the colors

woven together to create

the whitest blue.

And I feel you,

attacthed by the same

blue strings.

Those piercing eyes have

followed me through the ages.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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