V is For Vermillion Acrostic

Very often, I contemplate the place I live;
Earth is vast and people create so many.
River scars are certainly not ours alone,
Millenia of settlements dotting tall grass prairies.
I can't pretend there isn't a mirror city somewhere,
Like there may be another me out there,
Living a completely different life with my face.
I know, and yet I live with the illusion of singularity:
Only one place in the world that feels this way,
Nowhere with its pieces arranged in quite this order,
Sure that the odds that it could be it without me and I could be me without it
Don't add up to much.