No gloria in excelsis Poem by Milo De Angelis

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.