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Persistent Noise
It continued for forty days
the drip, drip, drip,
ping, ping, ping,
tap, tap, tap
until I stopped hearing it.
Fading into the distant roar
of a thousand hands clapping, encouraging creative minds to
delve deeper, pursue with a vengeance that which needed to be drawn out.
As a bucket lowered into a well
disappearing down until the only sound left
was the creak of the crank.
Splashing at the bottom
drifting upward
higher and higher, louder and louder until the drip, drip, drip was
drunk, drunk, drunk.
Soothing parched throats
cold fluid
energy harnessed and recycled
ebbing, flowing, contained, excreted.
Sustaining life
pouring down onto the earth
returning again into the air
in an endless cycle
multiplying the percentages
exponentially
until the element defines us.
Corney Press 