The wise one sees the endless swarm advance,

Of foolishness without a pause or break.

Each day it tighter in its grip enhances,

Till all in one its thought and form partake.

 

What’s done brings only empty redundancies,

As Reason flees for mutable contingencies.

To feed uncertainty now rules our days,

And facts from contexts severed stand at ease.

 

Distinctions now are worthless, all things fuse,

What means most must discarded be, while views

That replicate in vain are praised instead.

 

All limits now abolished, trite pursuits

Leave transcendence torn and virtues in defeat,

As laughter crowns this omnipresent cheat.

 

The wise one sees the greatest folly’s crest,

Approaching ever faster without stay,

Each passing day its filthy arms invest

His soul, till all are equalled in its sway.

 

What’s done brings only redundant repeat,

Reason has fled before this rising tide.

To feed uncertainty we now entreat,

And sever fact from context far and wide.

 

Laughter sounds at everything we see,

While virtue fails and transcendence pulls apart.

Performance without purpose reigns as decree,

Replications rule each vacant heart.

 

Gregarious instinct breaks all margin’s hold,

As folly floods the world in waves bold.

The wise foresaw the coming age of nonsense pure,

Advancing swift without relief or pause.

Each day it tightens reason in its gross embrace,

As identity to sameness turns mature.

 

What’s done brings empty words in vain redundancy,

While chance now rules where logic kept domain.

Opposition but encourages absurdity,

And facts unwind from context, loose and plain.

 

Laughter sounds at nothing, needs no worthy cause,

Perfection into simplicities is shred,

As virtue fails, from limits now it draws.

 

Through means that serve no ends, all purpose bleeds,

Replication lifts vulgar mimicry high,

As transcendence into viscera recedes.