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I Do Not Know My Soul
I do not know my soul
my mirror cannot reflect its appearance
he is my only friend and brother
he always endures me, without a word
he bears my clumsiness, heaviness, and scent
endures my stubborn thoughts
gloomy habits; he bears with me
the torments of the world, illness, and the humiliation of existence
I do not know when he became
the flesh of my flesh, the bone of my bone
he will not betray me, yet I often betray him
he always forgives with silence
he knows my essence and the temporality of everything
The harm I suffer ultimately falls upon him
yet my joy and the honor pervading the air have nothing to do with him
only when I vanish will he emerge
his glory surpasses all peoples, in the golden city
My brother, my accomplice, my sweet executioner
you hollow me out bit by bit, turning me into you
I know not for whom, nor for what purpose
I have lived an inexplicable life on your behalf © Yongbo Ma
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