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