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I Am My Little World

 I am my little world, said he,
     And round about my soul 
          unfurled for all to see
The pennants of my lifeline flutter helplessly
In the silent hurricane of this other me
     Tattered, unravelled
          seams of my humanity
     Trailing in sparkling  threads
          of bright mortality.

There, there for all to see, he said,
Save by the sighted blind, who have no tear to shed.

I am my little world, said he,
     A willed and willing player 
          yet a hapless refugee
Unsewing pennants' seams creatively
Unpicking threads of fragility: 
     Wrapping new lines round sense
          to help me be
     Inured to life's nonsense,
          and its keen insensibility. 

July 5th 2010