Just as a series of planets, a system
of fully functioning Things and complete in
their own right,
revolve around the Sun, I assume that I [should] shine as
brightly as One as everything takes its place within
the orbit around me.

At what point I accept this as right, I become disillusioned
and the very Things orbiting around me
Now spin violently out.of.control.

I soon discover that

It is I that spins, no longer them,
It is I that revolves and rotates,
turning my attention in every direction
Following the path around Self
Until the downward spiral ultimately leads to
Some unruly and explosive sort of death.