The Bodkin & the Quietus

These constellations
Gleaming at us from afar
They give rise to frigid memories
In my mind
My stellar memetoes are the brightest
Signs that twinkle away
Infinity, the faustian spirit
Disheartened, by all
I will never get up there alone
But still I will always percieve
Their company
I honor the farthest fall
His fall, I, I…
In my thirst for knowledge
A new kind of thought arose
Enriched me
Their weight will always burden me
As I then fell into reverie
My (struggling) heart felt it’s end
I lifted the bodkin
I fall
The final recourse
And the fall, it made me tired, meltdown
I fly
All remembered
They are the reminders of all
All to us unknown, unknown