To continue that motion towards the end,
Slowly circling dancing
This path of solitude,
Towards the immense shapeless emptiness
Graceful Transcent,
Circling towards the ineditable
Bereft of will and life,
Tempting whispers 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