take a tear drop and…

take a tear drop and...

tears
like
rivers
move in
one direction
towards
the sea
from eye
to
ground
like
life
to
death
repeated patterns
die cut
into
the fabric of life
with
such precision
that
many
assume
there is
a
purpose
so
they
occupy
each waking hour
attempting
to determine
their
unique
place in existence
until
the fabric’s
cut