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How long are we here,

In the eyes of the universe?

It may be spatially infinite, 

But temporally it too eventually

Will come to meet its own end.

Perhaps then, the space we

Inhabit is inconsequential,

But what we do with our slices 

Of time matters greatly.

Is it the mere percentage 

Of the time we take up?

Or do those who 

intrigue the universe,

Those who shine as 

Bright as the other stars,

Becoming celestials themselves,

Inhabit a larger room 

In the palace of universal memory?

The same way those 

Harrowing moments in our lives

Seem to be recalled and

Replayed in slow motion,

Over and over again, 

Becoming permanently engrained

In our psyches and personalities.

Those who reverberate, 

Forever creating ripples

In the liquid fabric of the Universe’s being,

May end up standing beside 

It in its finality.

Given all this, perhaps 

What we should try to do,

Through the ripples we make, 

Is not be forgotten.