Your enigma
The question is not who you are,
no one can answer that question about herself,
since your identity is everything and nothing,
you can become whatever, make yourself whatever,
be whoever but at the same time be at a loss,
aware of the black hole of your enigma
of your personality and everything that makes you you,
your heritage and what you were before your birth,
the history about yourself, which can not be researched
but still is there in manifest imposing presence.
I know that I am many people and can never be but one,
so I devote myself to work to thus evade the problem
in a constant desperate escape from any ego trip,
and thus I can avoid the problem of my personality.
Are you the same? You have a personality like me,
but I don't know how you have handled it,
if it ever was a problem to you, and that's maybe your enigma:
I don't know you in the least and never shall,
– so we are free to be without ourselves together.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2012-01-18 at 14:12
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