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A school of plankton drifts. Too primitive to see or think, they run straight into the open mouth of a mollusk. Billions more snowfall past the point even light can’t reach. Each no larger than a hair’s breadth, they pile layer upon layer until they become the ground itself. 

The tectonic plates grind against one another. Friction generates heat. The energy becomes too much to contain. The earth tears open.

When the last wisp of smoke dissipates, there’s no sound. Like all the air has been sucked in. A pair of gerbils climbs the slope.

I chiseled at the neck to sever the piece. No use. I wrapped my fingers around it, as if I could just snap it off, but the bulb was fused into the mountain rocksolid. I gave up more than once. When I finally jumped down from the crater, my orange Home Depot bucket was full and heavy I almost faltered. 

I wanted to hear these basalt pieces. I drilled a hole lengthwise in each to pierce a rod for hanging. Then I programmed the Arduino so the motorized clock arm would swing regularly, indefinitely, and strike the face of the rock.