Not always known like
a murky figure in fog,
the soul may seem larger
than it is. Like a tattoo
on the back, covered by
clothes, what is its purpose?
Perhaps it is just that-
mystery, a piece of lint
in an empty pocket, a spider
hiding on the edges of its web.
A Chinese saying: if it isn't
there, it isn't there.
Or is it?
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