Do I

not seem eeone to you?
in the spaces below i excercise my ageing nerves to create an impression of diabolical lugubriousness.

my soul seething with joy, my ageing nerves anticipating the arrival of the next moment.

when the sun ray will hit the glass, when the sky will swirl around, when the ripened fruit will fall on your head, when the dog will wail, when the beggar will die, when the sky will be misleadingly pink, when the earth will be grey, when the snow will rise, when the rain will settle, when the fumes will solodify, when I will be reborn to die in some ways.