Inferiority Complex

I am Hamlet without Hamlet.

I am a dance-hall without music.

I am a spool (for who considers a spool?).

I stand out on earth's green lawn like a slabstone.

I am drab as putty-

A brick in a Chinese wall;

A blur, a speck, a mote.

I am less than the square-bearded ones now mummified

Who raised the pyramids

And carved the sphinx.

I am a small person

In a small room

In a small house

In a small town

In a small country

In a small world

In a gigantic Universe.

I am one wool strand in a gray garment's close weave.

I wander about in the Valley of Hope forgotten

Through blackness streaked with gray,

While Time,

Mad and exultant,

Whirls through me like a demon!