My mind screams silently into the void of blackest night
there must be more to me than mere existence.
The grey zone between abstract ego and solid flesh where the carousel of being me spins endlessly on until my final dissolution,until my component parts disassemble .
The neural jigsaw that was once me dissolves back to the churned recycled particles of dust,the uncounted forebears who trickle through my fingers from any handful of earth.

Ephemeral self awareness is not enough to quell the wants,desires and grasping desperate ambitions for more that dwells within myself and all others, who hope without reason, a blind faith of better things to come.
Thus are all religions born.