Hard to the Point Of

She looks unique
and I feel strange
we are coming to terms with
accomodating to the image
selectively fashioned
out of raw accounting
in a crash of translation
from idiolect into
pardon-my-french.

May I indulge in a
rather aquiline hysteria
without suffering from
the afflictions typical
of damsels in the details?
Might you correct my
rash gauntlet between
deep assumption and
shallow conclusion?

Sitting around tables at
four and twenty angles
each with our own dictionary
most entries offering
ambidextrous light fun
anything heartfelt subject
to counting, numerating,
reducing to common
denominatoring.

It is not the curve
of a single cheek or chin
it is disjunction across
the aggregated data
telling the disguised
they are seen through
their bone and skin
gradually becoming
commodity.

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