Logic

My readers, I write for you, and of you
There are none. I write for myself, then,
And I am empty: for I have no walls, nor a roof,
I contain nothing but what I feel,
I do what I am, and what I am is often
Not. This is abstract, you object:
But there is nothing to object,
For I've filled you with myself, and you contain
Nothing but yourselves, and you are empty,
Since I write, my readers, for you.