If you were a star,
you lived in a world of presence
in the absence of everyone else;
if you were a nobody,
you carried the cross of a world of absence
in the presence of everyone else.
But the time has come,
and from your world of presence
the homeless are leaving
and quietly and invisibly
one through another
returning home from the world of absence,
while the fires of the samurai are already blazing.
