Everywhere there is a face.
The roommates of perception,
Face-recognition circuits
Cheek-by-jowl with abstract thoughts
That find themselves embarrassed
By the pareidolia
That keeps cropping up like weeds
In mental conversation,
Having quarreled all night long,
Try to reach a compromise—
Recognition tricks accept
The world’s not really human,
And thoughts will put up with poems
Blinking the eyelids of dawn.
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