Heavy, delicate, see-through,
Incrusted with a miniature labyrinth
A fluid map, ever changing.
Not one world but many.

It knows not yet her match
The sphere is eternity.

It wonders whether this should be a concern at all.

Why not simply dance joyfully by itself? Enjoy color and scent the way she does?

Let the dance come her way.
If not in this world it may be in another.

We free ourselves from the human.
Is it not eternity the answer?