No More Existentialism

Burn out on meaning's pyre
So it goes, the modern instruction
As there is nothing, of course

I hear weak excuses:
We had it wrong for so long
There cannot be more than measure
And numbers are guiltier than sin

Uncreative drivel (on whose vomit I've feasted)
Consider rather a multiplicity of multiplicities
Abundance Atropos
Incarnate cantations resounding with patience

Wait for death and life, ye concept conceited
Ideals with human form laugh at themselves
For in a mirror, a word is penned residue
A fence-posted inanimate medium
To distract nouns from their lives as verbs

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