I want to live in a world without me
and that means nowhere
I want to stop being me
to be what I never be
to be nothing.

living in a world without me
to be what he never be
fill the fullness of empty
I’m trapping something – can’t help it
to called that: myself.

I move in idiomatic spins
and random poetic expressions
from the list of words in the meta language.
I locked my existence
in cancellation after cancellation
as a poem that always fail to be written
even as the one who ever stayed
in anyone’s minds

I want – and will
live in a world without me.
in an abstract about me
inside someone else’s rotten carcasses
who I recognize as this body

my negation is full
as it was never there
I will only exist in the world
without the world and himself.