unfinished

I remember the day I found nothing but a vacuous, hissing void begging for my entrance.
I crawled with disparity, in need of reaching a path with more gratifying destruction.
"Worship all, disown all" was what was written in the foyer.
There could be no more occupying thought than the thought of the day in which you'd find yourself amidst the web of silent humanity, quieted by the hush of