When you read this at first, it appears prior to who prompts it. 

Not you. 

We got wind of your discretion in our sleep, a line from Aeschylus. 

We’re playing with a couple of new features and a few we move in any direction. 

Not you. 
Billions of highly intelligent beings with high degrees of morphic freedom bank with us! 
But this interests me only so far. More curious — why we approach poetry trying to understand it. 

As though propositions and semantics were key to poetry’s necessities. 

Not you.