lassan körbefordulok,

                                                                       Pipiskedem,

                                               nem is olyan nagy dolog,

                                                                       Forgolódva

                                                                                  kandi szemem körbejár,

                                                                       Mint az óra;

                                               előttem már nincs határ.

                                                                       Talpam alatt

                                                                                  kettéhasad most a föld,

                                                                       Csak por marad,

                                               kút nyílik lábam előtt,

                                                                       Spirálisan

                                                                                  felgyorsulva suhanok,

                                                                       Hamiskásan

                                               mosoly’gnak a rokonok,

                                                                       Csillag remeg,

                                                                                  meg a világmindenség,

                                                                       Nyílnak egek:

                                               mit akar az új vendég?

                                                                       A lyukon át

                                                                                  zuhanok én fölfelé,

                                                                       Jenkik honát

                                               hódítom, megreng belé.

                                                                       Ámde sebaj,

                                                                                  kezemben a drága mű:

                                                                       Áramvonal,

                                               mandarinzselé-színű

                                                                       Nézek rátok

                                                                                  át a lyukon: Ne te ne!

                                                                       Mit csináltok

                                               ti ott, fejjel lefele?