XXV lyrics
by e. e. cummings
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex
-ecute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings.