He who has numberless names and forms
escapes description in this text. I seek
fictions that disclose him, I trace lines
and derive meanings. I remember the form
he took in the first chapter, in another
language he means something different. He is
numbered like a list, but without measure
as if he were light. I'm lost in the story
he isn't telling, lost without the plot
that guides to resolution. I'm revolving
about his sacred center and when I read
he becomes more mysterious. He has names
he's meant for us to forget, I remember
parts of him when I encounter a figure.
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