In their lackless minds

the dab hands glare hard

from the darkness in their dead ends.


All is there arranged and easily digestible,

all the unpretentious and heartless;

Unnecessary appendages to meaninglessness.


Desperation forces the unwanted forth

to superficial pleasure, to a life of illusion, to a life of stone,

while all the unwritten is displaced out and crowded out...


It is axiomatic.