The Moth and the Candle

Recognise your own utility in the hands that turn this page
Each finger daily performing a dextrous work of the dark art of geometry
Moving up, down in circles, squares, cubes and others.
Recognise the utility of the clothing that you wear
They are, at once, garment and ornament
The colours, the style, the cut, the cloth all ultimately unnecessary
Recognise the utility of the thoughts that you think
Whimsical daydreams, grand plans or recurring dark deeds
All forgotten in the blink of an eye, not one transcendent
Recognise the utility of the jewellery that you possess
Rings, watches, lockets, chains, earrings, pendants and similar
False or real, no separation occurs in the mix
Recognise the utility of the poses that we strike
The sheer, unadulterated pointlessness of male posturing
Countered, neatly, by the over-sexual, under-whelming hype of the modernist female

Your utility is the sole modern standard of your value, your worth
What you are worth, how much you are worth, the extent of your value
Depends to the largest degree upon your own utility
What a measure of man is this, the ultimate arbiter