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Nameless
by Keaton Henson

you left me somehow from afar
through this pixelated cage
O wonders of the modern age
my nameless has a nameless grace

I quickly switched to standby heart
and sat for hours in waking dreams
for all in love is all it seems
my nameless loves in nameless dreams

the room in which I live and work
void of any rarity
now is travelled over seas
my nameless has no name for me

and how at once with clicks and taps
can such a tie be fully cut
so coldly can our book be shut
my nameless named my loathsome guts

the ghost remains in folders here
but tells me strongly ‘she is free’
but, please know you’ll always be
my nameless love unloving me

Jean Delville 1890 Le cycle des passions (The cycle of passions), Black chalk on paper, Private collection

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