My True Face

 

My True Face

In the high mountains of solitude

Amidst the complicit darkness

And submerged deep in the ocean

of my memories

I have sought my true face

The one that mirrors do not reflect

I don't know if out of modesty

and by mutual agreement

With what hides from us the immense sun

Makes us see it far away

and brings us the bottomless night

so that we may rest

I sense it not so fleeting and perishable

I know it is already old

That it is not beautiful

And that it will never be contented

Because with tireless effort

it accumulates the scars of useless texts

that I forget and rewrite

about what I feel

Believe, sense

imagine, and think

Enclosed within

the ineffable universe

I believe that some machine will use it

Not so much to illustrate

But to decorate

The final version of this text

Li Tao Po

VABM November 23, 2025

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