These droplets
haphazardly arranged
As musical notes
Or a set of numbers and codes
A melody

Scattered as they seem
Rolling down one by one
Merging as directed
By the maestro
They collectively triumph

Others evaporate leaving
Calcified residue on the glass.
Of the stains we leave behind
And the dust
that collects beneath

With benevolence, malice and chaos
Illusion of purpose and
A fear that links us all
Collective rolling
Down, down, down.

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