marbles running trough my head
click-clack talking rise til bed
never ending dialogue
marbles hooting click-clack calls
whilst shooting down white marble halls
rebelling some against the cleanliness of sanity
marbles singing click-clack songs
preferring first to write the wrongs
forgiveness sometimes riding on a melody
marbles holding click-clack races
up and down the marble faces
tracing paths among the monuments of memory
marbles writing click-clack lists
sounding more like little fists
beating drums
marbles tied in click-click sacks
wrapped in ribbon covered packs
keeping safe
marbles tumbling click-clack falls
bouncing round and hitting walls
all contained
until they're not.
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