Thinking it was old,
I gently, guiltily
Opened it.
Inside was a
Colorful core
Composed of teased fibers
From a box of sweaters
That I meant to give away
Ages ago,
And inside this rainbow cloud-geode
Were six blind,
Shiny-translucent babies
That might have been carved
Out of rose quartz
Except that they were moving.
Then a quick gray movement,
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