The World Monotone

Remove the tears
and the thrill they give
and melancholy (melancholy)
will become a burden
rather than a strength
devastates me
divides me

Among gods
I crawl
in a condition
forced upon me
freedom a straining thought
Uncomplete

Fling salt in my eyes
so that the inner well may drain away
and my visit stand visible
before me
Restless

I realize what I have summoned
hear the death-conscious moan
The world Monotone is now the nervous one
The world Monotone is now the nervous one