My mind
Seeks out suffering
Excavator of misery
My mind
Like yours was assembled
For this purpose
To fabricate and espouse
Something new and improved
A conundrum to solve
Something anything
To worry over
I was informed
Under the impression
That finally definitively
My mind may quiet
For a good long while
Still I continue to
Pursue this faulty illusion
It is in our nature
There’s no stopping the deluge
Our demise is obvious
Suffering is beautiful
Suffering is sublime
