Click, point the telephone down. Orientation,

east to the pier. Sipping a beer, unable to steer

the clear sphere. Endlessly revolving, no-one can capture

here. Lush, the space enclosed. Attempting results

in fleeting. Forcing a ripple, popped like a cripple.

Cascading brown and green mountains. Creation here.

Light reflected from within. A mirror tracing the maze–

Swerving and turning. In awe it rises, until sunk invisible.

Form here, now– is an imperfect sphere. A soundless cheer.




6 thoughts on “Sphere

      1. For sure! Glad you liked it 🙂 Pretty cool how our blogs and writing has grown over the last two months. Yours has definitely provided me with a lot of insight to improve my own. Really excited for chapter 10 of he listens.

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