I am the one who wants to walk
too close to the flame; if I catch fire
all the better. I am the one
who can't believe the universe
has need of me, or someone like,
beyond a random game. I am the one
alone amidst the crowd, looking
as though the party were my life;
every moment a glass shard, every
shard a mask, every mask delight.

The thin bright tether of your need
is what reminds me: I *am* of this world.