The ocean in marble

I am playing the marbles with the world.Against an evil opponent.Whose stacks are black,oil and coal firedearth-raping excavators. As the tunnel closes over meSand plumes from the lake bedand my ascent begins.Towards this marbleof which my ocean is made. The light floods backlike white sheets drawn awayI pierce the isotherm and,reveal the surface temperature.Behold my Continue reading The ocean in marble →