|God snaps your picture : don't look away --
|this room right now, your face tilted
|exactly as it is before you can think
|or control it. Go ahead, let it betray
|all the secret emergencies and still hold
|that partial disguise you call your character.
|Even your lip, they say, the way it curves
|or doesn't, or can't decide, will deliver
|bales of evidence. The camera, wide open,
|stands ready; the exposure is thirty-five years
|or so -- after that you have become
|whatever the veneer is, all the way through.
|Now you want to explain. Your mother
|was a certain -- how to express it?
|Yes. And your father, whatever he was,
|you couldn't change that. No. And your town
|of course had its limits. Go on, keep talking :
|Hold it. Don't move. That's you forever.