to see me
is to see yourself
somehow
fat and dour
ill at ease, never still
you may notice
a small bit of your grace
a smidgen of your global neurosis
in any case
you're stuck with me
as all of us
are stuck with each other
reflections of reflections
reach out
make a new friend today
you will be making friends
with yourself
all over again
ending the age-old animosity
covering the soft heart
of our vulnerability
that touching each other
we will tremble and weep
and that pain of joy
will be our solidarity
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