OVER

once I get over myself

I'll ignore these drilling thoughts

these a million of you

at once,

going away and comin' back

as though a phantom

on my mind's bottom

what I am

I can see as a reflex

on this wet floor

I've got down my hearth.

slightly slippery,

falling back all the time…

once I get over myself

I'll be able to just forget, as ever…

happiness: ephemeral rope

which shakes sending me down

this pillows' bed

where I ever find myself

losing me over and over