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