blanks with no identification
no personality of their own
only a frame of the bare
waiting to feast
to fill with our personality
their vessel of empty
unbeknownst to us
a sharpened memory they hold
to master in dizzying detail
the aquiline nose
an acute measurement of the eyelash
with this horrifying power
of information of our person
that which we are aware
and that which we know not
a key that has the answer
to the riddle of self
a map to territories undiscovered
one which they sought not
nonetheless forever in their possession
an undeserved concession

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