Intuiting the black

 The Stars flounder into nothing. Shine blinded by unseeing eyes; Indifferent and clouded by the ends and  breaks of things.I am neither upright nor upstanding. Boundaries of nothing. The dark still cloyingly near.  Rudder raw-gone. Just dead weight in the shadows. Screens muddy and unclear.Where no faith rises the Gods are mortal and ambivalent.  Lost on  pivoting angles. Ruled by the material. I have gone into the grey. The place of no good light. MB