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The thing is this:  a person sitting at a table

eating a peach maybe a small bowl of rice

various thoughts and ideas traveling through her brain

suddenly realizes that every other person

too has a brain occupied in more or less

the same way the difference being that

whatever riffles through one remains

shuttered up unbudging in another or

yet becomes tangled in a sort of chaos

in still an Other and so on differing

to the point of mystery

so that each to the other is only

a map of a territory at best

which gives no indication of

what the houses there are like

who lives in them

what they’ve planted in their yards

how narrow or wide their streets are

and whether or not their loved children

are safe to play and wander as they’d like.


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