I stand at the center of the universe-

But so do you.

So how shall our two spheres collide?

My horizon might out run the one you see

And yours might push my world all askew.

But they both exist, one atop

(alongside, through, between)

The other-

Along with bubbles of reality belonging to

All the people you have never met.

So many universes to crowd your view.

How will you see your horizon through the haze?

Will all the bubbles burst, one day,

And let our views over run?

Blending, morphing, melding my reality-

And yours.

Where will the edges of the universe be then?