aMONG the men and women the multitude,
i perceive one picking me out by secret and divine signs, *
Acknowledging none else, not parent, wife, husband, brother, child, any nearer than i am,
Some are baffled, but that one is not--that one knows me.
Ah lover and perfect equal,
i meant that you should discover me so by faint indirections,
And i when i meet you mean to discover you by the like in you.
walt whitman
*a face in the crowd (so tom petty)
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