Blanket

From knowhere you appear
Eyes stretching upwards and over like a stressed moonscape
Blanketing what is needed, to function, to speak, to reason, to justify
Gone. Thrown away and not coming back
Until mourning it shall wake

I hope

Keep to that script and recharge those batteries that feel dry and old
Invigorate

Too much to ask?
Just let things make sense to the sensible disposition