I Realize That, While Often Happy And

I Don't Believe In The Landscape.

I Walk Along A Street And See In The Faces Of The Passersby Not The Expression They Really Have But The Expression They Would Have For Me If They Knew About My Life And How I Am, If I Carried, Transparent In My Gestures And My Face, The Ridiculous, Timid Abnormality Of My Soul.

I Take With Me The Conscience Of Defeat As A Victory Banner.

The Chill Of What I Won't Feel Gnaws At My Present Heart.

Between Me And Life Is A Faint Glass. No Matter How Sharply I See And Understand Life, I Cannot Touch It.