dabblers

Let us dabble now in absolutes. 
We've known too too and thorough use 
of every attitude once wrought to overwhelm
man's wreaking thought, and goose us up
the fundament! Past practical to some ideal,
past practice in some perfect pace
we ought to know is more than real.
We know that moderation whelms
more thoughtfully, and goes down fine.
For once though let's go all the way
from mine to yours and back, one time.
And I will be the fatalist! As was foredoomed. 
It had to be. These afterdooms of mine fall flat. 
There's always more cause yet to see, eventually.
Events transpire, and prior cause discovered
lame. I'll limp deterministically to prop,
uplift with crutch and cane! And you
might play the nihilist? To void and null
such premise cracked. Let's flaunt
in strictly rigorous display such might
as right and fancy fact, and good, and
evil reveling would turn up noses
one and all
upon

or 

at.