My footsteps whisper, lips touched,
Closed--not beside my thoughts--in unison.
Shattered--separated--alone.
Granted--contradicting a wish's

Purpose--meaningless to an empty
Vessel. Never deserted--discarded.
Unoccupied by the few words circulating.

As the body carries the weight,
Murmuring each piece continuously.
And the sounds begin an end.
A familiar path discovered--
The cycle continues.