I cannot believe life is really happening
I cannot believe life is really happening
Nor live without wonder that I am happening.
Uncanny feeling, question, unknowing a cloud
Of what, why, where, when, to whom this is happening.
Have you heard the night, swallowing every being,
Screaming how much pleasure and pain is happening?
This, never to come, always passed, can only be
Because there is no way that it is happening.
How many aeons have you been at sea? Big deal.
Doubting whether only proves you are happening.
Every biography is burning on the pyre
Of the pure anonymity of happening.
Nicola squirms in undersea caverns, alone,
Ecstatic, so happy something is happening.
