To continue that motion towards the end, Slowly...circling...dancing. This path of solitude, Towards the immense shapeless emptiness. Graceful Transcent Circling towards the inevitable Bereft of will and life Tempting whisper from the dark Their hands wave a last goodbye... No-one sees...No-one hears. And I move silently, Away, like aeons on the stream. Wandering this funeral path Circle slowly...away The emptiness is ours...eternally