Regina Spektor, “Man of a Thousand Faces”
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The man of a thousand faces
sits down at the table
eats a small lump of sugar
and smiles at the moon like he knows her.
And begins his quiet ascension
without anyone’s dirty instruction
to a place that no religion
has found a path to, or a likeness.
His words are quiet like stains are
on a tablecloth washed in the river.
Stains [...]