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Consolatory babble of another's bereavement, erupting sinuous, ringing in my ears.

Unknowing, abundantly flowing, a tumult that calls for stillness.

Cacophonous downpour drenches the fathomless within, reflecting with a sheen capable of eliminating all that is illuminated around me.

I stick out my hand to feel the breeze upon my wet skin.

I tilt back my head, to feel the splash of the stream, pouring from the eave above.

No matter how far I walk,

It trails close behind.

Leaving a path for all to find,

A variation of myself,

Steeping discorporated,

Drifting off, into a dripping mess of tepidity.