Me, I started to discern
how the world rotates around my brain.
I’m a snappy dresser, centre of gravity;
moi, it’s me, it’s me, me, me!
I know about sociology,
myself, I ‘get’ our planet’s ecology,
the politics of peacetime - a thought-leader
- a wizard quite as fine as Harry Potter.
I also notice, over a nice lunch,
how everyone I eyeball
sees themselves spinning at the fulcrum
of the universe: an amalgam
of magical good looks, theorems
and unaccountable delusion.