Seventy-six years ago
the World blurted me out
like a sarcastic remark

Now my ears are growing out of my head
to no avail,
while my eyes concentrate on small numbers

The cat stretches over the sky

My thinking is blurred by thoughts

I'd like to cite myself
but I've lost sight of myself...
Ah, I'm @ an Internet site by myself!

I'm not so sure about anything anymore;
of that I'm certain

I have a loose fit in this world