The Indiscriminate End of Autonomy

If empirical forms of perception
Stand alone in existence and motive,
Then may my senses meet a happy death:
For why by grace of hearing would I will
To lose all graces in the void’s despair.
There, in my unaided sense, lies chaos:
Spreading plague of indiscriminate death.
Oh dream, Mankind! Equality Achieved:
Not only the dead are dead in this world.
All are equal; all are dead.