Poet (The) You See Poem by Tom Courtney

I wouldn’t be doing my job
if I didn’t tell you what
I’m thinking
now would I?

What we believe?
I cast my eyes around
and see but magic and illusion

I am the figure of my own mind’s eye
I am what my mind wants me to see
I see all of reality through this filter
and tell you how it feels to be me

And we say we communicate
We often serve our own purposes
and we often delve far into perception

I stand to spell out my story
I am hopeful of presenting myself to you
and I am open to your suggestion

And I am just someone
who draws distinctions
someone who again blurs the lines
I am an illusion of a poet

So you may discard me at will
but we have met once before
and we will meet again

We never walked together
but you entered my mind
in a sparkle and a twinkle

And I stand before you now
coming far from nowhere
I come and go in an instant
and I am really you
because perceptions differ

And what you see
is not really really me
I don't know maybe you disagree
but I approximate it

And now I give all this to you
I break myself into so many words
that I may seek to find your pleasure
that I may cease to be but

at least I now have spoken
I came to you so suddenly
and now return into my silence