ObjectActivity

Waking. 

A room. 

I see things around me. 

Furniture seeming to wait,

Wondering if I understand the

Deeper meaning hiding

Under the wood, veneer or vinyl. 

Is purpose implicit or 

Explicit?

Is form really a clue

To function, or is that

A myth of our time?

Nothing is moving

Except my eyes. 

However, there is no

Denying the sense of

Imminence, expectation...

No surprise if I'm 

Consumed by my

Possessions, 

Disappear in spontaneous 

Combustion. 

No surprise at all. 

Ownership is a door

Which swings both ways.