I know how shuffling evolved from
walking,
How people-watching turns into
shoe-watching.
I know how hoping turns to hiding,
Or ambition into self-confiding.
I know how mem'ries turn to shame.
I, too, have sought unused parts of my
name
As a symbol of self to dispose of,
erase.
Let's meet each other where we
live—behind a face.
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