A Solitary Solipsism

Can I know you? Can you know me?

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I am not the person that you see
If you think it’s really me.

I’m not the words you read,
They are symbols that mislead.

Did some lapsed synapses form you?
How can you be sure the words
I’ve told you transcend the hoards
of syllables teased randomly,
Or tapped timorously…