Watch the unglorious unfolding
of nothingess unravel in untethered
plethoras of non-identities.
The thaw of isolation
brings no vigorous stream.

The hunt is on for emtpy content,
quotients in the quorate
averaging nil above zero.

Few have voices left
with which to shout meaning.
Meaning meaning money,
which is all it was about
     in the first place,
but everyone screaming
is no conversation.