From the human world is what I write
there are many other worlds
I don't know them.
Of the dark matter I know nothing
nor of the heavenly
I think I have heard something of the whispers
from the world of the earth and of creatures
but I have been able to decipher
neither the voices of the flies nor of the rodents
the water-reflection that eagerly enticed
vanished
before I had time to turn around
The rumours are certainly increasing
but I wasn't there.
From the unknown I came
my place was in the human world
it tastes ever crueller to me
but it is all I have
I have no other to live in.
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This is a strong commentary on the poetic limits of human nature on this planet. And how many of us feel trapped here on earth- for whatever reasons.