Find a sense in all the senses Get the feel of every feeling Rise and never fall again Striving for superior stances Hunting way across the fences Just to end where you began All in all no memory remains A world emerges and it disappears It's all in all a sentimental interference It's just a flash within a brain Trust your life to cosmic scheming Scan the skies for gods and demons And the world's eternal plan Search with magnifying lenses Look for cause and consequences In a mesh without an end All in all ... Flesh, stench, it's just a multitude of Breath, death, a vicious circle made of Thrill to kill, a gruesome battle raging Day by day by day by day by day Pain in vain, a faded tapestry of Hope and dope, a direful exercise in Grief, relief, a stifling chorus playing Day by day by day by day by day All in all ... _________________________________ By Dickinson