The under-longing Tristan
Their hearts were beating fast, in a pacing arrhythmia, here is
The dream, the panoramic delusion, now Behold!
The initial
Confusion
Is gone.
Oh my so-ever invincible Lord, what in Heaven’s name
Have they
Done?
He has branded his soul with this sweet under-longing, never there, never
Here, while the mind kept on turning
Spinning out of control.
I will give myself up to the memories’ chasm, shut the door, shut the light
Say hello to phantasms of yore, now for Heaven’s sake one cannot but
Adore
This delusion. Under-longing effusions filled his nostrils
It’s the flavor of life. What a life. What a lie. What a cruel way
To die.
