smaller than everything large

softly it moves
the web–
cobweb
dancing as the waves geometrically perfect
mathematically, too, 
swing
dividing the space into two–
not equal pieces,
not even close.
the coffee in my hand is bigger than the other side
their whole world could fit into my hand
but they exist!
small
frail
fragile– parallel worlds;
just patience and eyes
patience–
and they become.
pause–
and they appear.
and if you wait just enough,
like you,
into dust they return.