Looking for me?
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.
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