ORBS     By Manzi

Fiery globes, burning, hewn from mystery

roll ‘cross the dusty road towards our porch

What string joins time, these destinies I see?

Embering spheres move through right on course

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Each rolls across the road before the bush

how patiently they glide as simple things

Drop into the ground

down without a push

not governed by urgent necessity

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I remember I saw one once before

rise above a funeral

paused preparing for its flight

Like a bouncing ball it rose supernal

off into the night

No need for hearse

took off from lofty heights

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In MerKaba or Carriage

Rescued Souls in Magnificent Flight