You're on the floor falling in first place

Everything big is also small.
We've heard its call, our rise and our fall,
our you's and our he. is are I's and we me's.
It flows and floats, bobs and weaves
fast and tall, slow and small we are nothing and all.

We shape to the songs of our day,
Every cash register to a phone ring emboldens a different action to this universe beholden.
Echoed in music and dance, symbols entranced and evoked in emotion so strong it bent bones into a pose.
It encircles our lives and to the rhythm of our highlights and demise
It echoes and erodes, it flows and it floats, weaving and bobbing up the ladder from us.
to the toppest tops that ever were the bottomest bottoms of infinity.

Below us it shrinks in a dance of tiny joys;
each cell larger than suns for some small endless beings
that were only ever ourselves.

Every atom a role to fill in a wave that thrills across existence and non-existence in such persistence that it crosses the walls of time.
It is a ceremony of celebration to the vibration of life.
For the meaning of our lives is to vibrate in a certain passion befitting the role we fill in a greater familiar universe where we are but a few sample of flecks of an atom.
It burns and we're gone, their gone, we're gone. We burn again.

All of us have ended and begun ourselves again
into the infinity of one lifetime.