I feel thoughtless today,
like I have just woken up
though it has been
above three hours since then.
I don’t really have much to say.
There is nothing going on in my mind.
I am completely conscious
what my fingers are typing.
But I am not regulating any—
not my fingers nor my thoughts.
I like no tampering.
I say what I feel I ought.
I think that is all for today
for me to say,
an abstract composition
of a chaotic and natural disposition.
