Self, centered, watching the world burn. This calm is maintained by expelling air in between each blink. Glass is far in sight, glasses cracked and not foreseen, because I'm not a seer. Blanketed in ignorance, wrapped: up tight. Shelf this selfishness, I'm told. So I consider this advice. Rearranging the paperbacks. Misplacing the first editions. All the math in the world; variables do not ease understanding of long division. So I'm left not right, have never been alright, and that is why being centered is crucial for survival. That is why becoming adaptable isn't laughable while watching the world burn. It's having a cold disposition to withstand the heat.