figment

I am an 
invisible

man though
you might 

see my
shadow and

mistake it 
for a 

monstrous
misshapen 

beast
or a cherry 

blossom tree
in full bloom 

or you might 
hear a voice 

the town crier
echoing

in your narrow
hallway then you

close your bed-
room door and

draw the heavy
curtains but 

mostly there
is a space

an absense
filled in with

counterfeit
thoughts

manufactured
memories

your hi-res
home movies