Quote:

the continuum

Slowly,
the drop falls,
endless miles,
continuing, steadily.

The beams of light,
shed into thousand of millions of singular rays,
as they hit the drop,
fractalise,
each hope in itself,
but still,
useless in their singularity.

Eventually,
the drop hits soil,
the journey is over,
no more light,
no more reflection,
no more fractals,
the journey is over -

- and the long forgotten seedling sprouts.

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any thoughts?
peace ohm