DEPRESSION

DEPRESSION

abandon every dream, you who enter
Dante Alighieri

Once more bound up bear down on me with the curly ropes wave of your cerulean hair my head circled with dreamy error,
web covers my snoring face.
Blue banner of cacophonous lost souls flutter our bedsheet,
sleep runs whirling so circum fast cranial,
I am seized by my spun vision of you.
There you are moaning in the flowing train of persons,
a great interior refusal and a superfluous moonlight.

Why lover the obscure color of our tumult
and why my dreaming awakens me dying to your world?

To go low but without you.
To neither rebel nor have faith to wander listlessly.
To be without infamy Virgil without praise –
to not be beautiful.
And you you there living soul stand aside from these that are dead.

Words, when are you coming down to eat, you need a shower, let’s take a walk?
can make a man so mad so furious.

I’d be gone and withered low pallid and fallen skittery leaves outside our window bright blown
Elysian (uh.li zen) below,
but were I not led here now among the sere secret fields.
The pale violet grasses bent low by wind a thin carnelian flame runs under my skin,
wheels of flame hurl around my mean spirit.
And a lyric ancient thing so just so cold turns my fear to desire snatches me from you,
and raise me up away retreat to bed,
and a sweaty burning terror.