Melancholia...

I stuck me unto the corner

Where a sphere formulated

That covered me like a shell

And I shrink in to it as an embryo of revulsion

Feeding on to my own excrete

That took shape in to

Cubes of horror fear and melancholy

I pretend to be not listening

To the shouts of hierarchy

And the soothing calls of virtuosity    

I laid a veil over my own eyes

Turning the seductive visuals obscure

Feeling the lightness of

Myself contracting back to

The size of the seed I was

The much anticipated jackpot,  

The world coddled me

Until the curiosity fade

And then I was one in the

Sack-full of living toys

My cries searched for a space to echo

My list of needs dissolved in the sea of words

And my sensations mourned to be roused

All reflex back to me empty handed

Like an insisting disappointed child

With a heart full of affluent Melancholia

That over flowed like a flooded stream...