Marbles Poem by AISWARYA THARA BHAI ANISH

what can eyewhites do that sit
like a couch for two marbles
that take in light like invisible
blackholes of agony and nothingness
than watch like boiled eggs peeled
once protecting a yellow yolk each
what can eyewhites do than be elastic
in their less than solid but more than
liquid bodies what can their plasmic love
for the world do to keep them alive
pushes them out of their sockets a little
but keeps them inside the skull
rigid my love I woke up like plasma under a
highschool microscope wanting to know
what eyewhites can do when they look like
two white couches for the black marbles