do you cry? which is you, which is sea?

THE UNIVERSE MAY STOP EXPANDING IN FIVE BILLION YEARS
at which point time will cease
to exist and i can finally stop
complaining.

apparently i’m the universe
observing itself but lately
i feel like a grub predating 
other grubs, like, i can’t look
in the mirror but i can stare
at the sun.

and i don’t know which is most me:
to be daughter or lover or god to dependent plants.

we’re too young 
to understand that we’re 
too young to understand. 
all of us, i mean.