I stand at a distance
from me
and glimpse myself
as mere object
rudimentary lump
of matter
from my tiny box in the theater
of the universe
the mere trinklet I am
my insignificance
though at odds
with me
gives rise to
a cosmic sadness
an infinite queasiness
then with utmost urgency
I come back to me
so as to forget
my dwarfishness
and think I'm something
somebody
--translated by Louise B. Popkin
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