The Bubble

I am the bubble of air in the
liquid, and I have found my level:
I float but do not move, I am
fixed yet free, I am small, perfect,
but if you looked within, there is
an universe there living breathing,
and the movement of colour, the
progression through, would be a 
road you would fear to tread.
But I am serene, for I carry
all within and know every stone,
every wood-beam.  I was me
at my beginning and will be so
at my end.  I came
and I loved.  I was asked
and I answered.  I am seen.

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