Like a beach ball
Softly bouncing down the stairs—
The quiet descent,
Of objects it did consist,
Yet the motion suggested
A distant field.
The colours revolved
Within the round,
A planar spectacle
From the world of depth—
The faint pulses
Beat out arhythmically
Upon the colliding
Potencies,
Introducing
The stadium of silence,
The deaf motion
Of a distant cloud
Drifting along
In the open sky.
The colours of the scene
Faded to a homogeneous
Luminescence—
A strange combination
Of stillness and motion,
Sound and silence,
Unity of space.
MS21
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