« Made in Dao »

A distant longhorn brings me in close.
Closer, in fact, to my fact-less-ness
Than I – if there is such a thing-less thing – had expected.

I don’t push back.
Nowhere to/from.
I stay close. 

I – not that this Pro(fessional)-Noun of Identity ever applied to me – stay everywhere.
I dwell within and without, pre-Noun and post-Noun, namelessly, non-discursively.

Made in Dao.
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