Tiny Master

Better to rule tiny province of me
Than to serve pretenders to greater state
Who promise me advantage alien
To sense of the heart beating in my chest

I am tiny master lost in ever more
What makes me I don’t know but that I am
My small territory’s as yet unmapped 
Full of doors that open only inwards

I am led by sense that is kin of scent,
Close kin of flavor, savor’s relative
Which yet does work another dimension
That is in and of me and still other

This state’s transition, not traditional,
Trust of me, my dust, I seek but to bridge