Gazing Globe

A seamless sphere of perfect shape no outlines of troubled nations no borders confining an outbreak it peers not into the future but in every turn with every angle it shows the present A perfect momentary capture of anything that falls into its orbit not trapped really but held somehow until the moment is broken when the captive steps or flies away and once again the globe returns to its passive state this globe of no remorse this globe of no anger or death offers not itself as any instrument of fate but in one glance on its surface a human can see right into the reflected eyes distorted and all