it is addressed thusly:
A thought.
it reads:
The solid fact of your person remains
It is not, like graffiti or dirt on a wall
That must be wiped and cleared to call
It clean? Even after all of the stains
Are gone, it is not entirely smooth
Not a record without a groove
Some have thought that just because
All men are men, they be all reduced
To one face? Need it be traduced?
A part is not a whole, and other flaws
Make pause, and nor is there not
A face behind each muddy blot
A heinous facade it is and perhaps
We know the mask is of our make
But we cannot remember how to take
It off - and so soundless, lapse
Into thinking the painting be the stains
But the solid fact of the person remains.

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