Floccinaucinihilipilification

You have meandered away.

I am an island
amid a sea of passersby.

Patience play solitaire.
I recite verses
for the moon.

One day
I shall merge into ether
like a comet

and take refuge inside
a sack of Cumulonimbus.

I may be born again
as a microbe
within a puddle of rain.

My minuscule life
once more will breathe
the first day.

Yet a first day must die
for the sake of the second;

other things
have little, or no value.