The Last Marble
In the secret place
where lives are stored the
details of which
time unmoors then
casts adrift
the life before —
sending
your marbles
across the floor…
Scatter they will
to dark corners
and rest, some
rolling and hiding
under your bed.
Most pleasant will be
the lightest effect,
wandering round
with the emptiest
of heads.
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