Polyacrostic All Is Vanity Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

VAIN ALL NATURE, IN TIME'S ADVANCING STREAM
ALL mankind’s hope drowns as eternally
NATURE's templates bate mortality,
IN dust Death welcomes musty mirage dream.
TIME'S wheels onward spin to curdle cream,
ADVANCING, all defy, none from fear free.
STREAM swift smothers cries, all ends in Lethe.
Vanitas! vain grope, gloom dissolves Hope’s gleam.
AS NOTHING IS THIS AIMLESS SCHEME,
NOTHING remains, ties sundered soon, no key.
IS truth a contradiction none may flee,
THIS and every cycle: mortal theme,
AIMLESS! For all, scattered as dust grass,
SCHEME and schemer? fall, forgotten pass.