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?