ode to the 24h ASDA in Hatfield, UK

supermarket navel into which we stare;
    epicentre of our grubby oasis;
        guiding star in the void;
            ultraviolet crack
                into which,
                    we,        
                        the flesh confetti,
                            fall
and accumulate
    like lint;
        collective sediment of dessicated dreams.
            soon to be mined
                a pneumatic drill to the head