Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Drip, drip

Your imprimatur is on this box.

Sealed within is a bottle of indeterminate size

Containing an unspecified volume of qi, your qi.

The bottle has a bung that drips deliberately

An unknowably calculated amount

With a certain hidden periodicity.

 

Outside, you have your path to follow

Not knowing, unknowing, when that

Delicately quivering,

Surface tensioned

Final (maybe?)

Drop will fall.

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