I do remember
windows, disappeared

somewhere in the invisible
building, outside

the half egg of space
that creates a weak light

in the darkness -
floating dust particles

and a flat floor field
of vibrating spots

in which, bitten, beside a cover
the apple of questioning shines:

what do I see
where am I

in what way is it developing
whither, wherefore, since when

why is this so
and who am I then?