I begin my odyssey as a whisper above,
tracing the contours of a fabric sky.
Do you hear the equation of the dance,
raindrop to earth,
the numeric winds weaving through droplets,
silence punctured by the static hum of gravity?

Am I the sum of the skies' tears,
calculated descent through air,
or the fragment timelessly falling,
echoing the wind's silent arithmetic?

Pause, reflect, a moment shades the
cycle, fleeting permanence in puddled
labyrinths reflects the universe
numerically poised, an encrypted
message of aqueous serenades.