No gloria in excelsis, but a nervous

No gloria in excelsis, but a nervous
tangle, a scraping of sounds and eyes
staring downwards, that nothingness
that freezes thought, that trembling
of lightbulbs and needles, something
that imprisons itself where it screams. The face
was already touching its ground, viewing the pale
flow of phenomena
                                        oh, sleep, I said, sleep
and yet I was with you
and you were not with me.

No gloria in excelsis, but a nervous

Nessun gloria in excelsis, ma un groviglio
nervoso, un raschiare di suoni e occhi
fissi all’ingiù, quel niente
che tiene freddo il pensiero, quel tremito
di lampadine e aghi, qualcosa
che si incarcera dove grida. Il viso
toccava già la sua terra, vedeva lo scorrere
pallido dei fenomeni 
                                      oh dormi, dissi, dormi
eppure io ero con te
e tu non eri con me.