As many paths as the days of winter’s shortest /
So many thrust through the skies /
Parallel paths crisscrossing aimlessly /
Intersecting as quickly as they came //
Man, woman, child, creature /
Reduced to commonality //
Empty vessels call like sirens /
A temptress lies in wait /
Pulled forth by oblivion /
The stench of decay //
Endlessly assaulted in all senses //
Falling outwards and spiraling /
Smashed to the ground /
Overcome by the weight of it all /
Our lessons learned /////
