The New Vession Of Me Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The New I
I have travelled far and crossed the oceans
I have seen the unseen, the grotesque we are
Capable of doing, but I have also met kind
People I never sank into the abyss of cynicism

I have seen flower no botanist has, but I keep
It a secret the nameless will remain hidden.

Rejoice for I have found my modest personality
Oblique I was nor here nor there and confused
Semi-transparent waiters passed my table.
Erased me from their memory like a cellar mouse.