The Fact

a private grief
a public face
a private pain, public
wholesomeness, a
scourge and limp, a
public hanging that
nobody saw  - a
private space, public
heresies, a private
being, public law - no place
to be yourself with
face and fantasies intact,
a public sleep, private
wakefulness, how to
fit in with
the proletariat - how to
be the thief
of your own time and
make your life a fact
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