Take a small, round object
say... a marble. That'll do.
Yes
a marble
for this analogy will do well.
Hold marble in flattened hand.
Roll luxuriantly with one finger.
Study hard. Empirical observation? Mmmm:
Cold hard shielded shiny wet
Wet?
Pocked and pitted like... like... like...
Braille? Perhaps.
Pirouette of plastic entrapped.
Red? Mmmmmm. No... blue.
Venetian plot twist?
Murano. Barley treat? Wrong colour.
Yes, of course.
Take a ball. A ball of wool? Kitten play?
Begin to unwind then to cover. Duck and cover?
Huh? Just ignore.
Lonely blue ball... Earth metaphor? Entirely yooooouuuuurrrrr
...choice. That's true.
Seeeexxxx??? Hardly ever! Huh? Shut up, now - cover sphere -
unwind maniacally as ball plummets.
To floor? Diminishing now... Finishing now!
Ball in hand. Cyclops?
Mmmmm one-eyed
analogy
does work.
Frankenstein? Cat's Eye? Dark pun dipped in brine.
I haven't told you to stop - keep winding Wind-lass.
What? What? Run out. Find more. Find out.
Take baling twine - wind! Swine, wine, why whiiiiiiiiiiiiine?
Wire - barbed will be fine. If short?
Rag and bone. Also hair. T'will work?
Don't shirk. Don't care.
I always do.
Till ball towers high - King Lear of Castle Sky.
And emulates...?
Wind-catching (and snatching)
steamrolling (bashing-gnashing)
round on the unpebbled shore.
Voila!
Finnnnn isssssshed.
Then: Behold!
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Druuuuum rooooooll!
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C
H H
E E E E
R R R R R R
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There will be time
الشعرWARNING: 'There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions...
