Again, I don't know how well this fits the genre (supposed to be surrealism), but this is what came. It kind of reminds me of Rumi. Maybe just because I wrote "And I am so small"-- he writes "I am so small, I can barely be seen".
As I come to the table
I find that I am unable.
The legs are too tall
And I am so small.
In solitude I call out.
Thinking no one will hear my shout.
I am picked up
and I can take the cup.
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