I'm smaller now than I was yesterday,
When I was smaller than the day before.
I'm worried that if things go on this way
Pretty soon you won't see me anymore.
Day after day I just continue shrinking.
I have to pull myself up on the chair;
I barely reach the doorknob, and I'm thinking
This time next week I simply won't be there.
If you come looking and can't find me, just
Stand very still and whisper out my name;
Check every blade of grass, each speck of dust,
And if I'm gone, I'll thank you all the same--
For as I fall through subatomic space,
Blinking neutrinos will sketch out your face .
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