machine watchers

machine watchers
orbit the circle of sky
seeing me
in satellite resolution
pinpointed down
from the eye of heaven
to the speck of earth
in which my concerns are occupied
I don't feel so small
as big as big is
I'm bigger than the smallest small
right about now
this micro giant
this self-importance
this billioneth creature
living a segment of time
on God's infinite wrist
finds an importance in the singularity
of it's own uniqueness
or just a number
like never before
or never again
another child
flicked off like an insect
into the dung heap
of universe
a daily framed reference
known as the real
not in sleep, or dreams
or thoughts
but now like reality
this billioneth creature
looking up
my eyes
to Hers