Portrait without self

 

What! Is it me, so far?
On the one hand, ghastly a negro,
I dance slightly out of cadence,
in the rhythm. On the other hand
I sing false. And yes, it’s me so well.

Was I right or was I risking
to lose my head? Anyway,
I took my bike
to go so far.

It might not be me.

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