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The constant friction of
world against mind,              
mind against world, the incessant
                     rubbing
until what used to                
 polish up nicely
                      is just worn down.
Take the face              
of this woman sitting across from him.
Pleasant.                   Smiling.
The protective meaning
                      rubbed
                               through all the way
         down to raw physiognomy,
                the bare fact itself.