Not I

Ummm...have you ever stood there on the stage...with the audience in a trance-like state hanging on your every word...

I have...

What a truly horrible feeling to have woven such a spell...to have them sup like vampires...To realize that they in truth were...fed...and you the banquet...
At least that's how it seems to me...unnerving...I think I learned to hate them...and then I learned to love them...realizing that some sly part of self...must have fed there as well...


Not I


Once I dreamed

Can you see me there
sure behind the podium
espousing

Or was I only afflicted with vanities attention
a victim
victimless

Not I

But to those whose instinct led them to people this place
To catch a glimpse of breadth
reflected
Later
To mirror such consideration
Later still
To plunge shallow into forgetfulness

Yet still not I

Not awake and only seeming
That behold
Behold the dreaming
Could forsooth
Forsake the way
Slow
Sad
Vanish
Come the day

Not I
Not I
I pray


See what I mean...?


YouSir