Poetry-Stella Bossi/Auk.

There’s so many different realities here Somehow I feel an observer And it seems to me I should like to find the words because I can ordinarily find them But it seems to me that I can seem to want to say want I want to say And there are times when I feel exactly I know that I know what I’m doing, see? I do Somehow rather I can compose just as well as I ever did The shifting pattern of things I feel and see around me I do not know what part of what reality, again I’d like to find out what reality I’m in Well I have a sort of a wavering tendency I don’t know which half is trying to get in the other half but somehow rather I have the feeling that my hands are not resting against this And I see flashes of colour, quite a bit So I feel as though that I have a sort of entrance into a motional life Yet I can feel I’m sort of anxious about the reality of it