Alone

(...)
so shit is created, and falling on you

and it is music.

I am God.

I am God and I’m dancing.

This table is a gift, this house is a gift,

this garden is a gift, these squirrels are a gift.

These human legs are murmuring mantras.

Alone,

alone.

(...)

– read TOMAŽ ŠALAMUN in English translation at Poetry Foundation.