Here’s the opening stanza:
Here’s a secret: you are the center of a parallel universe.
Your sister was wrong; it’s all about you! As a kid you tried to learn some humility, but you are the Big Bang, the axis on which all tilts.
I had been playing with the underlying concept in Fourth Rider as a possible story idea for some months when I found myself surprised–and more than a little delighted–to realize it could fit rather handily into a poem. And surprised and very delighted sums up my feelings about having it published, too!