I've Reached The Point Where Tedium Is

I Seek And Don’t Find Myself. I Belong To Chrysanthemum Hours, Neatly Lined Up In Flowerpots.

Again I See You, But Me I Don't See!, The Magical Mirror In Which I Saw Myself Has Been Broken, And Only A Piece Of Me I See In Each Fatal Fragment - Only A Piece Of You And Me!

I Look At Myself But I'm Missing. I Know Myself: It’s Not Me.

I'm Upset By The Happiness Of All These Men Who Don't Know They're Unhappy. Because Of That, Though, I Love Them All. Dear Vegetables!

Let's Absurdify Life, From East To West. Let Us Play Hide-and-seek With Our Consciousness Of Living.