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.