The trick with the air was to capture a part of it
Inside a large soap bubble
And while the bubble maintained its wobbled integrity
Scramble the air it held till that air
Had turned into something quite other than air
And couldn’t turn back
Finding strength and stability in its new structure
So that when at length the soap-skin split
And the un-air mixed with the old air it now touched
A word was passed
And a similar change was effected
The trick with the earth was to place a tight black ball of it
Under one of three small silver cups
Each of them identical so that it didn’t matter
How fast they were shushed across the table-top
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