A single bead falls
Amidst the heat of exertion
It moves as if rolling down a hill
Leaving small pieces of itself
Little beads with little trails

A second then a third follow
Consuming the precursor’s trail
Leaving pieces of their own
Merging and unmerging with one another
Cooling the trembling ground

A great many more are birthed
Less salty as the ones before
Crashing down in larger quantities
No longer beads but a pool
To mark grit and exhaustion

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