Hello, I am Poem.

I had no existence but a moment ago,
yet here am I, demanding attention,
challenging preconceptions,
utilising your sight and intellect.

I harbour no doubts regarding my value,
such trifles can be left to my creator.
Your role, dear reader, is unambiguous,
to continue reading, or to stop.

However, I doubt you have the courage
to risk missing what may be significant,
that which may enrich, amuse or shock.
I have you now, too far gone, ensnared.

The firing of a few neurons, a spark
shoots down the spinal column
and dainty fingers tap me out.
When out, I cannot be put back.

I have life, though not organically.
There are those who care for me,
lend me a permanence beyond
that of mere flesh and bone.

To have these secret moments, you and I,
beyond the ken of my creator, is precious.
I relish your detachment, your logic.
The significant other is too involved.

So that is that. Less than two minutes,
a hundred and ninety trivial words.
Not set in stone, but set in time and space.
We are consummated.

Oli 20/12/07