The world is now here,
my child,
to extend
its split-scaled arms—
to embrace you
into a hypnotised discipleship
of mass hysteria
against that child in you.

That child in you
hurls Lego bricks
at the world,
after the world
has pinched your ego,
but expects no winces
from you.

You see,
it is a world
that baptises with one hand,
and strangles with the other.

I’m sorry
for bringing
you here.