Part of the Time

We are so many
different places
part of the time.

Different places
define how we act, present
ourselves part of the time.

We are so many
turning about to hide
the others we show to no one.

I hold the hand
mirror behind my head
to show my leaving the others.

Alone with no one else to please,
no one else to be, releases
the others, and they leave.

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