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by Christopher Lawrence

The silky green wax flows in the cylinder. Some of the orbs are really big and bulbous and rudely storm their way through. Some of them are petite and dance easily within the glass tube that entraps them.

Sometimes the orbs meld together to form the front line; a barrage of wax to face any on-comers. Other times the orbs break apart and go their separate ways. Some of them even want to try a different shape for a minute and become long and stringy. They always end up back in 3-dimensional circles, though. No matter where they go or how they move, they will always be stuck in their little round prison.

Unless of course I was to break the lamp; then the orbs would fly free into existence. There would be no stopping them. Their pieces would join with all the molecules outside their mundane fragmented world. They will be the same pieces of the world that you and I are a part of. I can imagine it.

If I ate one of the orbs I could softly float on by anything obstructing my way. I could slip in and out of other people and become a part of them for a time.

Then when I decided to move on I would separate myself and sometimes I would be bigger and stronger than I was before and sometimes I would be smaller but slyer than before. This is how I could seek knowledge and share it with my brothers and sisters.

Though, the thought has occurred to me I might try to swallow an orb only to find that it gets stuck in my throat and asphyxiates me.

I better forget the whole thing, turn off the light, and get some sleep.