Perfect and empty

When the measure is of a greater

worth than that which is measured

we will diminish

The grammar of our time will

be perfect

Our words will be so refined

but meaning will be

impossible to find

 

The length of us will be the last of us

the depth of us will be lost on us

and finally we will be perfect

finally we will be empty

 

We will live for the moment

but each moment will be sparse

we will diminish

Each thought will be magnificent

in structure

Our hold on “reality” will be firm

impossible to transgress

impossible to learn

 

The length of us will be the last of us

the depth of us will be lost on us

and finally we will be perfect

finally we will be empty

Reviews

[BrynnaW.]

Very well written. One small thing: you forgot 'be' in the seventh line. Nothing too big. Great job!