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