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