The landscapes of the face possess
And repossess my hand. Even still
It’s on the move: peak, fissure, defile;
Shadow here, just there a vegetation,
A blink, a snout, a rumination —
Fondest barbarism captured yet!
The face solicits pen and ink to nail the stink,
Charcoal, lead for testimony to the blink,
Pigment for the snout. And done. Peace out.

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