To the Unidentified Guest

This image shows an art piece made on a page of T.S. Eliot's poetry. The header identifies it as page 298. The majority of the page's words have been drawn over by black marker, with some the text left uncovered to reveal a new poetic message.

By Unknown

TO THE UNIDENTIFIED GUEST

[To the Unidentified Guest]
You don’t know it, do you?
Here’s

the only person to tell it.

You never

thought
I
belonged

With

You. But

Did you know
I met
the story
my story.

I
was there when it happened.

Do you know?
No.

I think.