in a marble

A short piece.

by Marcus Jonathan Chapman

That I could
when I am small
into the storms eye
of a marble

roll and be rolled
by Newton’s discoveries
by that hand
which bends trees with invisible speed

To look through
swirling globes of color
showing true
the things
all your things
to the shapes of sense
my brain’s waves crash

all your things
blurred into satisfaction
taming your impositions
that I could exist
in a marble

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