Self obsession is not a bad thing
If I remember

You and we are part of me,
And I am part of you and us.

And we are part of them.
And they are part of us.

Turtles carry
their home,
their prison,
their refuge,
their torture-chamber,
on their walks.

And when jailed
Can feel
Most at peace
With their head
In the rain.

The sun will explode in a fury some day.
But probably not tomorrow. 
And the ritual of its waltz with the earth and the stars
Soothes me so. 

Twirl glorious fireball, twirl! 
Spin blue marble, spin! 
Twinkle diamond necklaces, twinkle! 
I know your ritual is temporary, but on your lifespan no less real than mine.