The guy who invented marble. Or
The woman who invented an open book in the grass.
She must've been there looking at herself. What a shadow on her feet!
What grass!
Someone--I guess, approached the table with bashful taste
And said, I don't claim to be Ingres, but I spend all my time thinking;
I invented the way I look at a girl in public.
Today is a kneeling crawlspace in the glands of the wood,
With neither cursive nor curious searcher.
And I am not going to lie, I get lost in it.
Today I invented a door to a house
Just to be thought of.
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