O reader,
you are not
the you
I speak
when I call
your name,
nor
are you invited
to understand
anything
about me
beyond yourself.
Do not think
you know me
because you read
my poems:
I cannot say
who I am,
or where I am,
and I
spent days
and years
writing them
lost within
the lines.
These words
are pulled
from a far
deeper well
than can be
fathomed
with biography.
Where they start
and where they go
befuddle me into
an illuminated
present.
Each moment
starts anew,
I know less
than I used to.
(September 24, 2015)
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