You are not much different from the universe;
Your cells and atoms form a neighborhood of city lights that disperse,
The threadlike patterns in your eyes resemble the enormity of a nebula,
And the glistening stars in the vast nothingness of the solar system are sprinkled deep within your cells.
The obscure boundaries that are not yet discovered are stored in the depths of your brain,
Reserved for the astronauts who are most willing to explore your extraneous parameters.
The vast void of nothingness is found in the words you speak when you are numb,
And your pupils are the black holes that absorb the attention of anyone who listens.
Each cell, each cell that seems so insignificant and minuscule,
Is a rotating planet in the cosmic space,
A cosmic space that composes the universe,
The universe that is you.