We are really
what we were,
I wonder
or by some genius
without destiny
every hour,
by another person
is replacing us
And so we go
little by little
in a continuous
changing
until we find ourselves
with those of now
that we are:
neither ugly nor handsome,
bald, with thinning hair,
upside down, sideways
or upside down
and thinking we're so nice
I moved so abruptly
that the instant
I was falling
I woke up
I opened my eyes
and in front
lazily and dimly
of my bed stood,
looked at me
and laughed
as she walked away
my own timeline