I and my ball are

the world

that fits around me perfectly.

I’m turning, I revolve

with the hours rayed on my body

I’m the beardless worm

tightly laid on the mulberry leaf

and out there, what music!

Heavy door latch, heavy cloud

have shut me out

I feel numb, I stop talking

life flows thickly in my mouth

I choke.

I keep motionless

in the whirlwind of motion

I flow

I make the moment rot

in passion.