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Paper People
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We are casting illusions of ourselves
onto the minds of other people,
and them to us, projecting shadows,
so that we form caricature people;
Our true form remains unknown,
even to ourselves, we are a construction,
obscured in the regions of our cells that have
not the senses to perceive them;
How many self-illusions of mine exist
in this large world
nesting in the minds of every person
that has ever "known" me?
each a different shade, no two alike;
Together, blended, if they ever shall meet —
they form an inbred amalgamation,
I would be a stranger to myself, unrecognizable,
We are echoes of paper people, casting
shadows in the foreign minds of others.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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