He Wondered, Half Fell...

[vagabond]

 He Wondered, Half Fell...
        after Finnegans Wake


He wondered, half fell and half open:           fell made me think of animal fur..   half open.. like half open eyes or half awake?
—Oh help me, kind Sir,
to take off this fur,
for the moment has come to be woken.                     

But he couldn’t be woken,
his mouth had been broken,                    
his teeth were all liquid and bare.                  so.. the inside fermenting/ dissolving and maybe leaking out but not for the purpose of communication
And by the same token,                                the token is same to what? or is "same" part of an idiom i don´t know?
no, nothing was spoken,
not even the simplest prayer.                       

So he wandered half rent and half stone.            
—Oh please take this thinking,
all rotten and stinking,
and fettered like flesh by the bone,        i like how this meta seems to fix those decaying thoughts to their bones.


and wrap it up tight
in the dead of the night,                   
when the dead of the night are at home;        
then, throw it away                                               stumbled over that comma
past the bend of the bay,                        sounds like end of the day.. somehow intrigueing
where the bend of the bay dare not go!

i like the bizarre and morbid content packed in rhyme and meter.
what i vaguely got from this is how thoughts can be a rotting, paralyzing thing.
a mute death in the second stanza and then finnegan turns into some zombie.. or maybe was before.
can´t make "sense" of  the dead of the night and the poem´s last line .  (is it necessary to have read the book?)