Theirs

To them,

we are nothing,

only, to others,

we are everything;

they, they cannot

see a world 

with finer souls 

than themselves

and, to them,

we are all but friction

within the air,

a blackness that will

not settle, nor will

it stir. 

We are nothing. 

They are everything. 

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