The Fish Are Naked. The

I Am In My Own Mind. I Am Locked In The Wrong House.

Perhaps I Am No One. True, I Have A Body And I Cannot Escape From It. I Would Like To Fly Out Of My Head, But That Is Out Of The Question.

I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

I Tied Down Time With A Rope But It Came Back. Then I Put My Head In A Death Bowl And My Eyes Shut Up Like Clams. They Didn't Come Back.

And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains, Remains...