Author: die kleine maus PM
the format is a major messup, thanks to fictionpress's weird little procedures.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 110 - Published: 12-02-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2283738
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I see a tree. I see tables, I see benches,
And people. Because they're always
There. Nothing about their presence
Is significant- nothing tangible ever is.
For briefcases and coffee cups, for
Crossing cell-phone lines. There is noise,
But there is no actual talk.
No indentation on the upholstery,
No impression on the carpet floor.
When I leave, I no longer exist.
Any tables. I dreamed up the benches
To put people on them. I like to be
The creator of my own destruction.