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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)*