Nameless

This is an unreal world I am in touch with.
Looks familiar when stared at the face;
But I do not recognize it anymore.
May be I never did.
Would I ever recognize anything that fleetingly touches me
Or even wraps around the naked me, feeling the rise and fall of my breasts?
Wait till I wrap around myself and burst into zillion pieces of sunshine.

Shall coil, dancing with my three heads and red-slit eyes;
And now I am me,
Beautiful, soft and mad.