He felt the maggots wriggling
In the sockets of his
Gouged-out eyes.
(Euphony from agony.)

You love, hate, hope, fear and plan, do you?
I am your tapeworm, I am inside you.
You are my universe.
I don't love, hate or fear, I don't need to.
My only hope is that any egg of mine
Makes another one of me in an
Island universe like you.