Reading Dissolves Selves

What could a message ask you
So you’d feel compelled to read
And then reread the question?

Are we speaking for ourselves,
Or for the window dresser
Of this vitrine’s mise-en-scène?

No, that’s not the one. Are we
Evolving or just pushpins
You tack up your ideas with?

No, that’s not the one, either.
Is there justice in this world?
No, that’s just a feint. We want

To ask you something you know,
Or may be able to know,
That we don’t. Where’d you just go?