1.0Floundering Artisthttps://flounderingartist.com/37-2/about-this-spaceCecelia Finleyhttps://flounderingartist.com/37-2/about-this-space/author/cejafi/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="uWHGhmOY4o"><a href="https://flounderingartist.com/37-2/about-this-space/marble/">Marble-</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://flounderingartist.com/37-2/about-this-space/marble/embed/#?secret=uWHGhmOY4o" width="600" height="338" title="“Marble-” — Floundering Artist" data-secret="uWHGhmOY4o" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://flounderingartist.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> I lost a marble under the couch. It was swirls of green and blue that could have been the Earth. It held my whole world.  My hopes and dreams Getting dusty in the deep I stretched my fingers, wiggled the will from them  Reaching for a chance to be alive.  The broom tried to get […]