YANG CHU’S POEMS 184
I cannot trust her,
I cannot
Distrust her.
Trust and distrust
Are words,
Mere empty words,
Trust and distrust
Does not apply
To what exists between us.
Does not fit,
Does not have meanings,
Does not have signifieds.
Therefore, I cannot trust her,
I cannot distrust her,
The human vocabulary
Has been transcended
By the actuality of what exists
Between us,
When we are close, close,
What exists is the existence
Of the music of the panpipes.
Duane Locke
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