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Well this was serendipitous

So, by coincidence, one of my friends reminded me today about a poem I actually wrote in ten minutes during class last year. The funny thing is that it was about the main character of Woman in the Dunes. Anyway, I hope you guys like the treat.

Niki Junpei,

I swear I saw you once

In a visage of a man composited only by shadows.

The sand.

Tell me. Does Niki still exist?

Does he still seek mastery over the universe

When he tries to soften the inclines of dune fortress walls,

Or has every particle become its own cubicle

As grains of desert kin divide his cells by cells?

Tell me. Does the Entomologist still search for his beetle?

It is alright if he has stopped.

I mean, infinity is just a void

For those who smash tombstones and raid catacombs.

You are not satisfied by golden shells

And the imagined admiration when they

See a species christened

For you.

Face it.

You wanted humanity to have your name.

Tell me.

If you are to be buried,

Can I have your funeral?

For you see, I am modern;

I have never owned a man.

But,

I want to.