Trickling granules jostling forth,
caressing one another in their irregular methods.
One by one passing by,
all fighting for their turn.
Falling for one another,
coalescing in pools of ochre and sanguine.
Ripples of sentience flowing beyond the individual,
every grain affecting the whole infinitely.
Singularly minimalistic,
the mass conquers all before it.
No force has the capacity to stop this progression,
rather all lie within its path or wake.
An endless journey,
full of similar paths with multiple starts and finishes.
Driven to completion by ethereal forces,
Ones peregrination will not always be a lonely one.
Though it may be traveled in solitude or company,
you will find your trip will always encompass this.