on the subject of destruction.

[alasanon]

First, a step in the right direction.
Second, a word, dropped into the right ears.
Third, an hour spent in the wrong company.
Fourth, a choice turn of phrase, spoken in righteous anger.
Fifth, a brief look into the abyss.
Sixth, we spar. The clash of horns is nothing compared to this.
Seventh, a parting. Quiet comes.
Eighth, tenative reaching, private thoughts made public.
Ninth, reactive forces churning.
Tenth, a moment of silence.
Eleventh, a space in which there should be noise, but there is only stillness.
Twelfth, the final moment comes and there is nothing left but white noise.