List-Free Infinity (Rev.)

Must make a list of lists, cursing consciousness,
embittered in hating auditors wanting to blight
awareness – making lists fills me with disgust
I cannot adequately express

Won’t allow positive feelings about it, with the
requisite power I’d strike down spreading
encouragement ruthlessly – were death an
option I’d use it too or take it very seriously

How MUCH I hate lists is explicable though I’d
have to explode in anger, destroy something
precious the same way list-making lovers destroy
me, I must show them graphically

I’d feel better proving they are destructive things
but my job is to smile and swallow bile, dance a
jig in joy; I happily devour the order to make lists
with shiny eyes, a hateful dagger in my heart

I wish the Multiverse could be destroyed in one
big conflagration – all lists changed into explosions,
all forms of being becoming nonexistent, as long as
there never is another list in all the eons to come;

As long as Life becomes extinct in order to bring
about a list-free infinity