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In trying to remain inscrutable,
you make it so your own gaze is as plain,
you look twice at every surface,
a sidelong view to hint at
shame,
wanting,
a desire requited.

Words to cajole the man
only bear their weight on those who speak them.
He thinks himself a vagabond,
as hapless of self
as his own conceit would allow.

To want to disappear,
he thinks rightfully
by rare sunlight and rolling scenery,
is its own vanity.

Through a train window,
the man considers:
today's meal,
his mother's maiden name,
the sophistry of people he's wronged.

Choosing to remain miserable.

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