It began when I was small,
ended when I was much larger.
You could hardly see me
through a microscope, then
only through a telescope.
Yesterday I was a sliver,
then I became the moon.
Yesterday I was a point,
then I formed everything.
In between there were treasure
chests, eyeballs, spaceships.
Ghosts and pickled eggs.
In between there were martinis
and olives. Totalities, existences.
I could remember what happened.
I could never recall it all.
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