Fourteen billion eyes gaze
transfixed on the same thing;
their own self-centred sentiments.
If only we were staring at substance
instead of inconsequential ideals--
and as the starving skeleton stirs
from his lurid lacrimation
his sleepless lucid dreams
are controlled by a Sandman society.
Our own tears are filled with foul floods.
Illicit spills of banal and lilliputian "loss",
these opprobrious cathartic tears blind us
from a sight for sore eyes.
So let not our own troubles be a willing distraction
from our despondent and decaying domain,
but let them guide us into worthy action
and put a priority on the purging of proper pain.