Worlds

There are a million billion zillion worlds
Much smaller than the one we know.
To them we humans must be gods on high
Or devils from below.
Each step we make, each breath we take
Invades a world we cannot see;
The mini microbe building blocks
Of what we humans come to be.

Is it such folly to believe
That our world is so very small,
That man is merely microcosmic dust
When we consider all
The many possibilities
Of what our place should be.
The universe expands beyond
A point we humans cannot see.

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