I’ll speak for myself

As the circus of clowns, riding tricycles of air,

Funny, but it’s just sound, going round after me,

Everywhere, I just laugh, cause it’s little, harmless

Bubbles of air.

Only human, sometimes my sisters little razor

Laugh, makes my hair stand on end. Not even funny,

The wave she rides, masses to come laughing yet –

At – what’s left?

I shiver. Changing worlds, not even that sound’s,

Going round me now, my g, I know a sweet secret

Round merriment, I laugh at nothing much

But merriment.