Nausea (II)

“Das ist deine Welt!
Das heist eine Welt!”
- Goethe’s Faust

The body:
illness and fluids
held by skin.

Lymph, blood, air,
these circulate
only to stop,

the lifeworld appears
to vanish.
So the body.

The fallen say,
I am health,
the corpus of life,

but the despondent
tell their sick knowledge:
I am death,

the process of decay
unraveling itself in events,
excess in downfall.

What a world,
and such a world,
that we should die!