Every face is
like a window
(a mirror).
Every face seems my own
for a moment
(if it speaks clearly,
if I listen carefully).
I am among them
and experience them all
at the same time.
Yet, when I look closely
at my own visage
it seems false
and distant.
I extend myself to those others
in close sympathy;
myself, I experience at a
l
a
g.
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