Ignore all that psyche;
Such abysmal constraint.
Clinging to a flurry of shapes.

Realizing the draft.

They pass by;
They glide all around.
Ignorantly overlooking the world.

Realizing the short-windedness.

Each unique and opaque;
All holding truely seperate perspective.
Really?--

Realizing that chilling nip.

Reaching out to touch eachother;
Losing identity and absorbing on contact.
Considering the power in numbers.

Realizing the desolation.

They gather on the ground, building.
White death building all around;
an endless display of white corpses.

Realizing how barren.

That feeling collecting within individual human ember;
dropping to the ground, losing body.
No more significant than these tiny shapes.

Joining that flurry of shapes.