as I was walking down the streetwho should I meet but my two feetI said how do you dowhat 's new with you?they said who do you think you 're talkin towe haven't got immortal soulswe need a retreadI saidha. incomparable witand kept on walking the dogs
as I was hanging round the skywhat should turn up but my wall eyeand I said how does it lookfrom that far corner of my eyeballthrough that cockeyed camera?it saidthis trembling image you discardthis shadow of your other selfall you despise for its half-sightis all you 'll see one dayI looked it straight in the whiteand I said, better than glass
while I was wandering in the grassamong the cities of the deadwhat should I meet but my own headbone sockets, nasal cavitylower maxillary completeI asked the usualwhat 's your advice, hm?in a bored voice it saidthe usual: live todayI says, that 's all you have to say?I ask for bread, you give me stonesit snarled, I 'm tired of chatteringwhat do you want from my old bones?so much forknowing thyself
I crouched on the shelf of nothingnesswithout preamble I said nothingwithout clearing its throat it repliednothing.
I stood on my existential feetscrewed on my skull tightpulled up my flesh to clothe its nakednesslooked hard at nothingnesswith my shadow eyebought some new shoes and went on walking down the street
