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| Image / Aleksejs Bergmanis |
The Nameless One
He is both here and not here
when he looks at you, he is looking at someone or something else
he is the purest creature in this world
he comes to help us live, yet has no life of his own
When he walks outside, he is anyone in the crowd
and also an anonymous skeleton formed by all farmers
everything is connected because of him
he is a still point amid fragmentation
He is also a boundary, a statue at the bridgehead
the questions separated by garden hedges
even if he turns the cold corner of his pocket to you
you will not believe he has nothing
This poverty is his entire territory
the ancient mask falling from our faces
he is the room where we first exchanged tokens
The void in the center of the wreath, gradually exposing us
© Yongbo Ma
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