cold falls the rain
upon the ground of the dead
where none but the stones
care to catch the fall
every drop lost in the millions
not one is heard but all –
a steady static drone
there are no ears to hear
there are no eyes to see
only the yawning earth
to swallow it all up
only the yearning earth
to draw it into itself
Harnessing Chaos 
Excellent! Powerful imagery.
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