dust to chameleons to universes

I am nothing.

Too small to even deserve a word.

A speck of dust-

so minuscule as a worthless fragment from death and decay itself-

in this place that some might consider a cosmic joke. 

I am a chameleon.

Not an adjective, but a noun.

A fascinating specimen-

every changing and overlooked until its in between moments of transformation-

only a part of this world obscurity and prominence.

I am everything.

There is no one word or definition to me. 

I do not restrict myself-

an endless multitudes of universes harbored inside a shell-

to something as pathetic as a word.