The Slow Dripping of Water

Emptiness Stolen

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The dripping sound fills the hollow chamber. The sound kissing the walls and birthing echoes; Fading ghosts of their sound-ful progenitor, Pale reflections of the original. But now there’s only silence. And the slow dripping of water.

The darkness is as deep as the silence between the beats. In it lies the memory of light, Of hope, Of brilliance once experienced as beautiful beams that bathed beautiful walls. But now there’s only silence. And the slow dripping of water

It starts slow. The Rising.  As drop meets floor and joins it’s denizens. They meet and dance, become one and welcome the others  An ocean delivered in fragments. Beads of swirling chaos. And together they grow, Despite the silence And the slow dripping of water.

And so the emptiness is stolen.  Bit by bit. In a hollow chamber, no longer hollow, In a quiet chamber, no longer quiet, In the wonderful darkness, now lit with silent activity. And the slow dripping of water

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