Useless to look for you in cities and biographies,
You are nowhere, nowhere to be seen.
But I can know you in a moment,
Catch your eye and take your hand,
You, the weightless hypnotist,
Always beyond, yet right here, in the centre,
Everywhere invisible and overwhelming,
The world, entranced, gravitating towards you.
It has to be you,
This emptiness that suffocates and absolves us,
So supple are you, so earnest and intangible,
Pure, fluid, volatile consciousness
Wrestling to the strangest victory
That nonetheless is only a hint.
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