Écorché
It is useless to study;
I cannot know you,
The thing for the thing.
Who you are is to foreshadow
The very effort to understand;
And who you are not
Can not hope to reveal
That hidden, fundamental, essence.
That I can only glimpse
Rather than duplicate
The fleeting somewhere
Of your outward appearance,
Revealing the thinnest skin you slip behind,
That diaphanous pleat of self
Remaining the last inward armor
Of your most temporary being
- Peter Ciccariello
*(In case HTML ravages the title, there are accents over both "e"s)*
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