Summer lay asleep <br />curled up in itself <br />dreaming that it <br />actually was <br /> <br />although it was only <br />another door <br />I opened <br />into my self <br /> <br />in search of a self <br />door after door <br />(this was the summer of 1964) <br /> <br />but when memory <br />had finally <br />tracked me down <br />it found <br /> <br />I had become <br />someone else <br />who no longer existed <br />under stars that persisted <br />like questions <br /> <br />in this summer sky <br />and how I... <br />and even God <br />thought I was dead <br />or at least <br />doubted my existence.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-lay-asleep/
