I live for this.
It's ridiculous,
I know.
Pathetic, exaggerated,
over the top,
Think what you like
it won't make me change.
Inside my head
there's a whole little world
I created to suit me
an order
I can rearrange.
It's made out of thoughts
built upon words
sustained by ideas
scaffolded only
by feeling and want.
So weak and ineffable,
hollow and scant
so meaningless too
people would say -
if they knew.
They'd be right
of course
in their own petty way.
But a world like this
is so reliable
pleasant and safe
it does not disappoint me
or fail to be true.
Plus it is all mine
to enjoy
and will last
for as long as do.
Of course,
if only you knock on my door -
even if you come
to ravage and shake
to strike and to break
all buildings and walls -
I will be delighted
and hope you will stay
after everything falls.
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