The world does not belong to me,
and I not to the world.
So what do I belong to, if not myself or them?
I belong to Jupiter, an alien from mars.
I don’t belong in noisy places, crowded fairs, nor bars.
The church is filled with congregation, a massive blob of one.
And I of one, a massive blob, of gelatinous juice from space.
I eat and eat as I wish, I do not say my grace.