Mad Night Surrounding Spent Afternoon

Thought now of a nameless Greek Poet (to me) Writing about the drunkeness of nature

Hello the floor waiting for my heads fall
And crack open like and egg skipping off
Flakes of skull and brain pieces, memories?
Times and identities into the steel world
Asunder from the home of homes; their space
Locked in gobs of flesh to my being through
The world so cold and hard and waiting
For my enclosure to be had, the source
Of cannibalistic unkower’s existence