You are multitudes,
composed of plenties.
Things aren't just simply things:
They are a certain version of themselves
interconnected by meanings
realities flavored in your curiosity.
Your first breath: a hand grenade big bang.
Your last one: collapsing to singularity again.
You share secrets,
like speech bubble treasure jars
filled with all those small noticings,
your beautiful mind raised to the peerage
being worthy of remembrance.
Like a painting capturing hyperreal truth
You are a world on its own.
You are particular you.