The Meaning of Simplicity
if you do not find me, you will find the objects,
you will touch those objects my hand has touched,
the traces of our hands will mingle.
The August moon gleams like a tin kitchen kettle
(what I am telling you becomes like that),
it lights up the empty house and silence kneeling in the house
silence is always kneeling.
Every single word is an exodus
for a meeting, cancelled many times,
it is a true word when it insists on the meeting.
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