A spindle of spontaneous notions

Scintilla

It seems as though
my existence
is like of a tinsel doll
lost in the magnanimity
of the universe.

As though
my destiny
is only a scintilla
amongst the
innumerable others in a cluster.

As though
I'm too much of
a trifle
than a
significance.

As though
my absence
wouldn't cause
even a part of
a conundrum.

Yet,
I know
that this turmoil within me
is in fact
an intuitive emotion.

I know
that
I'm only
a scintilla
in this world.