Nothing really matters,
Our own selfishness and being,
All that truly matters,
We're all just cosmic bits and pieces,
Fragments of dust and light,
All those factual crusty matters,
All these feisty atoms,
How well we live our lusty lives,
Love and positive ions with every breath,
Molecular life and every zion heartbeat,
Goodness dispelling atomic devils,
Godliness appellate at these sonic levels,
Washed clean of repellent secular sins,
Meek hearts seeking divine vibrations,
Salvation orbiting inherited universe,
Meditation reverberating sacred verse,
Oh holy empire of massive nothingness!
Souls shaded by Eden's passive trees,
Rivers of wealth and joy that forever please,
Reflecting mountainous images of ourselves,
Enveloped by canopies of acute material,
Protection from the abstruse world,
Nothing obtuse really matters,
Heartbeats in this liquid realm,
Satiating forms of blurry life,
Saturating a ruddy picture,
Nothing muddy or cruddy truly matters,
Study love and light,
Captured by our righteous souls,
Bits of Nighthawks,
Remnants of that rare big bang,
Rays of divine light,
Piercing the wary world with nothingness,
Stricken weary by so much reactive power,
Airy parables corralling corruption and dictatorship,
So little munificence,
Nothing but dramatic significance,
Everything reagent and vertically distant,
Horizontal memories and forgotten lofty dreams,
Nothing less than linear evolution and consistent salutation,
Compassionate salvation swirling us into an age of roughness,
Magnificent emptiness vexed by fragile chemical equations,
Regaled solutions like seminal love mixed with astral ablution,
Fleeting moments of appellant success in every diminutive universe,
Directed by feckless instruction,
Reflecting truth and reckless construction,
Deflecting light and contagious self-ambulation,
Mummifying love's great debt to rumpus nature,
Rejecting recreational being in this nothingness stature,
All that honestly matters,
Our composite selves as our universe shatters.