Dementia

Between Heaven and Earth

Stands up mankind little divine

and not sublime enough.

Between the unreal and the

material arises the incarnate man

little iridescent and Hell bends

down the persecuted little

idyllic and to afflicted.

Between the alert and the war

lets himself go the frivolous pioneer

little brave and too imprisoned.

Between Heaven and Lucifer

digs his own grave the stiff

little devote and too grieved.

Between the volcanos and the waters

some burning and drowning truth,

perfidious and so disguised.

The muddy inessential on the

surface of consciousness,

toemented with reminiscence

of a life filled with bitterness.

Kind of dislocated puppet

adapting to hearing whisper,

the harsh scoffing of the imps

there, teeming with our steps.

Dearest Dementia, attracting all

our dull senses, such a foul elixir...

Rather than listening to the extatic

hymm of the lyric nymphs and

seraphins filling our spirit with delight.

Are we the mocked puppets of the evil

ones of this world? Sure, it is easier

to stumble than makind the filth better.

Dare you cut those devilish lianas off!

Let us raise up to the strings of the

divine harp and may you be recked

by the Eden angelical poet...

Enlightened volcanos and water full of

grace, in your mercy, hear my prayer...

Listen to the cold dream of your life...

From the throne of the dark, what a bliss

to exhume the stiff! Carpe noctem!

Between Eden and Hell

raises the persecuted a little

more idyllic and less afflicted.

Halfway materials and unreal

holds up the incarnate man a

little more iridescent and less blind.

Sursum mea terper orbem terrarum.

Dementia...