Solipsismal Poem by renato mascardo

not self conceit
not egoism
my lines are not
a curtained confession
delivered before an absolver

spectating
taken a step onward
can lead to words
jigsawed into a portrait
perhaps of you

the boundary
between self and other
stands impregnable
a chasm cognized respected
made fast between us

i can never be certain
of what exactly is in your mind
i can only be sure of what is in mine
more or less at that
the written lines remain
our common ground//