All in All

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 ...
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 by Dickinson