Glass Tabletop

The impression left on a smooth, glass tabletop

can be faded or everlasting.

Blowing your breath along its surface

and slide nimble fingers across and

for an istance, your words,your symbols and your marks

are left.

Then, they are gone.

Take a sharp or blunt object and scrape and carve your words,

your symbols and your marks.

Then you are everlasting.

Not perfect and yet,

Flawless.

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