not i

It is not I that knows
I favor myself a fool in confidence
Long years timed and ticked together
Heard words delivered just concerns
Rampant certainties
Rummaged bought, some sold
Distant lines touching to the earlier
Tailed now,
Delivered self-certain to the who
The once that was
That seems to is
Mirror ball telling the future thru history
It is not I that knows
No longer
No shorter than my now
I delve hypnotized
Living the detail
Focused dilation
Consumed intent
Now famished
Extinguishing light starved time
Present standing
Presenting the singular moment