(inspired by Wallace Stevens' "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird")
Florescent,
Florescent,
Fuzzy,
Lime,
sits quietly
A moss-covered
stone
sits quietly
The grooves of
the globe
swirl around
quietly.
Our Earth
sits in the dish
of space
surrounded by shadows
quietly.
It screams
in pain,
round, hurtful
explosion
A round tear,
spilling onto
the table
balanced and poised.
A giant marble
in excited
stillness
trembling
slightly
Motion stopped
in green
light.
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