Uselessness

I aspire to the state of the seven esses
The valuation of zero
From each of the masses
A not at all hero

Considered to see
Instrumental to nothing
I be just to be

Emptier fullness
A life in the mud
Dragon lily sundress
Tree without bud

Concerning the future
Of course there's a we
But groupishness sutures
Were pulled out of me

Nor life for self 
Undirected gaze
An emptier shelf 
Loving the haze