mesh

Lost my shape

Among the needles

Lying in wait

Turning to jelly

Waiting for the Ubermensche to send for me; the ones who did the work.

Dan Dare and his posse

They come to rescue me

With spells and incantations and pieces of space-age mesh.

I'm glad when the higher beings come.

They don't say much, it's best I don't know.

I just feel a sense of peace when they visit and stand by my bed, speaking to me about marvellous things, of visions of new lands, by the power of their minds.

More than a murmer, their words are like a reassuring tune that calms me.

"Charles... Professor... Stay here, with us."

And, I do.