Fallen and Weltering

Any useful thing

Black as space

Across insurmountable distances

Those weeping Hyades

Fallen and weltering

In maggots

In menstrual blood

In the humours of life itself

In the received transmission of consciousness

From our own reflective god

A mouthful of dirt, dehydrated

Hungover

Lost sight and meaning

Lost all but

Cracked consciousness

Immortal mediocrity

Slight and constant unease

Helpless even to die

Helpless even to Hope to die