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What does scratching beneath the surface entail?
Show me, and I'll show you the real person:
On the street, order in chaos: each person
A clone of the next - is that why the detail
Of differences is assumed, the individual
Known? Known, that is, in multiples of one:
Passing forms and faces, types our minds own
In prepossession; but the occasion of the ideal
Exposes itself as a different knowledge,
The life revealed beneath the surface, the love
Of which, like the agitation of expression
In the face of someone on a mobile phone:
There, in the crowded street, in the blockage
Of all that perception, the me to move. |
