Reductionist Theory Of Everything

All vanished fragments of the quotidian day Shrinking distances, shrinking farther away. Overruling chaos, the daily pulsing parade Of tiny well-formed characters, beginning to fade. Fragmented life, wadded up, stuffed in niches: Invitation codices, notifiers of bogus riches; Hexagrammatical schemes, in blowing spring breezes: Once-heartfelt greeting, some tangled vine seizes; Rusty tin-nail, snares forgotten mail of mine; Half-chewed in the burrow, never arrived Valentine. Wide open spaces, of the painted halls Hieroglyphic mazes, traps the verbage wall to wall. Encoded in cursive practice pages, Childish pride, and childhood rages. Though the world is an archeological spoof Random chance soon will eat up all the proof.