Omnivorous

is a variant of the ancient mover, too
  stray as a word, up-turned
—and flung with thumb-pulsion across!—
  It's the hideous you know

  & enough to make you cry

for what moves the idea, my dear
  comes twixt & for real:
it's a tic in the fur, blood to the tolerable
  step, up and so,
right terrible screech to the bone

  & harder than you are

and far from any straw man and yes so
  "How do you know we're not
in a black-hole, right now, stretched, dying?"
  Right again, dear