Expressway

Parallelism in the headings,
 yet all they accomplish are mere runs on the same ground...
 
All. mundanely reeks of insignificance,
 but when you return to the carving on the sand,
  when you see the brown leaves float their way to the ground,
 
silently,
        swiftly,
                        absolutely...
 
Emotions elude you...
Sadness flood in situ, in vertigo

(All that i give, all that i can give, and all that i can hope to give...)