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You’re just sitting out the front of a cafe
Drinking coffee with somebody
And gazing out at the street aimlessly
When an old building catches your eye
It’s dwarfed by the skyline
Surrounded by other things
And buried in white space
The atmosphere and all that lies beyond it overhead
A blotchy storm cloud gathers above, threatening to burst
The weight of the universe bears down
On that lonely old building
And in that moment you are the building
You watch as it explodes into a thousand pieces
In defiance of gravity and all expectation
It dissolves into its surroundings
Each piece something new again
No longer what it was
And in that moment you realise
Every moment is a chance to
Do the same.

Same poem, different words: https://nickkonings.wordpress.com/2017/04/17/485/