My world

In this world

I create another world

That no one else sees

But me.


This is a world

That is mine

And mine alone

While I live

To create the world.


And In the living

With my world

I link to the worlds

Of others

Who also live

In their world alone.


Across the surface

Of my world

And theirs

Are points of


and connection

Like two spheres colliding.


And we connect

Ever so imperfectly

To the universe

Of another

Across these points

Of body,

Touch and language

In the world beyond that we all share.


These points of

Imperfect connection

Define us in the

World outside

Of all our worlds,

But we ever are

And always shall be

Caught in our world,

In the space that is ours alone.