Drops

There is something hypnotic
About the way the roof leaks
Drops.
It’s the rhythm.
It’s the rhythm.
And the pauses
In between,
In between
The punctuated piercings.
Still
It’s destructive.
Eroding our material
World with continuous

drops.

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