If you touch me
with your skeletal fingers
I have no choice
but to be
bones.
If you choose
to be this high
I have no alternative
but to be
mechanical.
Now that I’m
your last
beer
in your bohemian
life
will you
marry the cosmos?
How can
I
negate
the feeling
of being
the spark
that fulminates
the entire
worthless world?
Beyond Language 
the state? of mine?
sample given
the first stanza from this poem carries the whole meaning. when a powder sparks another revolution of this seemingly worthless existence. can revolution change the world in its spin for a new order? where worthlessness becomes a foreign word only belonging to the archaic?
the emphasis on “seemingly” is very important. This is not just a matter of suicidal deliberations, but of unmasking the world.