Abstract
Pulseless.
Rhythmic drumming begins
Beckoning for return of flow.
No waves appearing
Still.
Chaos
In this isolated
Void of ichor and despair.
Human here then
Gone.
Lightning
Strikes the crux
Hoping to reignite the blaze.
Eternal rest is
Closing.
Silence.
Conductor's baton lowered
Strings and winds are static.
Time brings all
Home.
Tragic.
But no tears
From our dimly lit souls.
No time to
Grieve.