Somewhere it origins, a droplet-
Droplet of Spirit and Nature
Trickling down due to Gravity
Nudged constantly by the other droplets-
Pressurised by them walls covered with
Fungus, Cholesterol, or just essential fibers
They do not make it easy for the droplet to proceed
But the droplet has to,
As Source and Sink are absolute.
They never should’ve been real, but they are
Profound and Perpetual,
Turning it impossible to defeat.

The droplet seers
Through the perturbations, and constraints
Only to meet the Sink, to deliver an
Obnoxious message-
The conjugation of individual droplets.
How do you expect to bond with the
Nudgers and Slowpokes?

But, they shall have to, because
It’s all written,
Billions of years later.
And they do, with the sickening sound
And scream the fragrance we smell.

A bigger picture, a better picture,
Small droplets of various races combining together
To deliver a unique family
Monotonously present in every region
Of an Individual species,
Grown in Unanimity
Rendering a flavour of idiosyncrasies.

And some asshole dumps it in the Trash
Because his children over-ordered.