reluctantly spreading its rounded reach.
Surface tension momentum
until, relieved, it cascades into a crack,
into place, as by design.
With its path precise now,
it effortlessly courses,
forging its extent further than before.
A rebellious backsplash leaves its mark outside the line,
a reminder of a time once beautiful,
"accidental" fruitfulness.
Where admirers congregate,
surrounding the tiny droplets,
projecting their dreams upon its shape.
Does this serve you, my friend?
Or else, what is it good for?
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