Lines, shadows of them lying upon the floor, people
stepping on them, not even noticing what they are
doing there.
Not a thought is being used in anyone's mind, sun
shining all around them, projecting their presence
and essence even more than before.
Angles being made from them as they are laid out
just so, no one having put them there, they have
just begun and now lie there basking in the lime-
light of this mere poet's mind.
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