Marble 79

Marble 79 Marble in blended colors rolled on in red Blue and green seen above the surface next Turned up to be observed against the orangish dawn Emerged, rolled over again, and it must be said, forever Sped past huge towers warm and calm A round glass small, a marble rambler Soft with subtle sounds, met the wet concrete serene Here and gone without a hint of destination stated Audible in the distance hollows heard Moving steadily over dirt roads as a tinted echo Marble 79 is just beginning in a wonder spin It appears to fade away in towns and villages Disappears through open windows Goes down empty roads unnoticed Goes underground Slips past deserted streets unknown Which has no meaning for obvious reasons But picks up speed in desserts Lifts sand into the eyes of enemies as it goes by Rolls on as if it were a planet Which may or may not be a crime