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Drippin fire droplets, merging, forming rivulets, burning everything that comes across its way, melting the ashes, erasing traces, fingerprints, and then everything has to start allover again.. and again it drips, streams, cascades to evaporate the blue sky into dusky grey, helter-skelter everywhere, fire dripping on its way. Something flows from down to up, defies gravity, and ppl try to pull it down, they feel something drippin on them, pure. Fire sprinklers, rivers turn into sea and ocean, ocean fills up the sky, gravity and the counterpart – center of mass dissolute into an energy being of pure emotion, unable to handle , it evaporates and falls up , little children wonder how the sky got blue and the sun got golden and why they can't get a cloud so that they cud fly up to collect stars. They grow hairs and they lose heart. And something has to fall upon them. These droplets collect at the infinity, channel through the black hole, gurgle, walk across time, feed dimensions, fill space with colors, and makes us want to knit with the strings we can never know about.