Nervous
Knowledge soaked deep into surfaces,
saturating the curtains and floor,
so that when he believed himself alone
a thousand eyes watched him move about the room.
The first intimation he received
of this was contained,
I might almost say, concealed,
in the way the chairs looked at him.
As if by reflex, he listened
to the walls of silence.
The bedcover´s attitude remained
submissive. `Lie with me,´ it whispered.
Doors and tables adopted
a more inquisitorial tone
but at the critical moment
he chose to ignore it -
it had been his constant plan
to deny these odd appearances.
He didn´t wish to be caught
engaged in conversation with the furniture.
Mike
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