I posed for posterity.
I used words to cover my tracks.
Did my sincerity
sufficiently conceal my truth?
Can you deduce what I was then
from idiosyncratic verses
and a few ambiguous titles?
Can you deduce what I am now
from what you have deduced from then?
Is that too much like sifting ancient light
to find a long-gone distant star?
Then, I was X (I marked my spot)
modified by youth and age and vanity
and love and suffering and indifference.
Now, I am X modified by my purposes,
as you are Y trapped in your own contexts.
Where X equals pure Me,
and Y equals pure You,
there is nothing stands between us,
only time.
only time.
(Happy Birthday Grandpa xxx)
