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