The constant friction of

world against mind,              

mind against world, the incessant

                     rubbing

until what used to                

 polish up nicely

                      is just worn down.

Take the face              

of this woman sitting across from him.

Pleasant.                   Smiling.

The protective meaning

                      rubbed

                               through all the way

         down to raw physiognomy,

                the bare fact itself.