The Glass Bubbles

The motion of gathering loops of Water
Must either Burst - or remain in a moment
The violet colours Through the glass
Throw up - little swellings that appear
And spatter - as soon as another strikes
And is Born - so pure are they of coloured
Hues that we feel the absent strength of
its power - when they Begin - they gather
Like sand on the Beach - each buble
Contains a complete eye of water.

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