Have you seen water stand on itself?
Bubbling past its rim
And then hold it’s self, half dome
A whole universe within.
Sometimes a drop will meet another
And then meet a handful more
And they each envelope a color
Different for every drop to store
The darkest part is in the middle
A speckle of almost half black
And these are pupils of all the colors
To look in and out, forward and back.
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