CRASH
Panes of glass shatter
You hope for a ricochet
Instead you get a splatter
WHOOOOSH
It has not happened yet
Gravity maintains control
Sell sell sell when upset
POW
Look at the smoking crater
A fissure many leagues deep
Spelunkers are the traitors
DRIP
A single tear breaks free
Tumbling into dark depths
Beyond where eyes can see
SILENCE
Is it ever going to return
Or is it eternally trapped
In minds which never learn
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