Gordo, the Bloated Magician, Vanishing

Too much of anything will kill you,
Including too much wordy meaning.

Morning, noon, and evening, you imbibe,
You overindulge, you gorge on us—

You’re gorging on us now. Just how much
Of all this language, all these numbers,

All our signs and probabilities,
Pointing and calling your attention,

Demanding attention to so much,
Too much, everything, can you ingest?