He had not looked，

    pitiful man whom none

    pity， whom all

    must pity if they look

    into their own face （given

    only by glass， steel， water

    barely¹ known） all

    who look up

    to see-how many

    faces？ How many

    seen in a lifetime？ （Not those that flash by， but those

    into which the gaze wanders

    and is lost

    and returns to tell

    Here is a mystery，

    a person， an

    other， an I？