White-Binder Poems  

Surrounded by faces speaking words they 
     did not make;
surrounded by the phony, the fake.

Thousands of characters out of a thousand minds
         like insects in the darkest wood.

Thousands of representations and nothing authentic.
Thousands of tales without the connective tissue;

The inpenetrable heart of a man, engaged in his freedom,
stands hard on the soil he has won.