Not You

do not believe the I it is conventional to be sure even if you are not really one person who can speak of himself inexplicable encounters in the night unspeakable modes of maneuver between the sheets of paper poses more purposive than apparent truth experience refracted in a clumsy medium dogwood coldly pink only momentary sunlight sparks of dew fiercely growing grass do not believe the doubts arising early dark shadows falling spring you are not you except to another nor I the self that would appear after all saying close the book