Overload - to my father

Removed, in a vague amniotic dream
I forgot who I was, who I could be

I could not stand it, the divine comedy
The beauty and pathos of life itself

A sagging settee was my continent
I dissolved into a gentle haze

The world is too much with us, far too much
I drank every day so as not to see

II

Years passed. The pain of living was dulled
The quotidian ache of light and dark

Into a vague blur, far beyond all strife
Where the daily terror could not reach me

I suspended myself, because I could
In a bubble. Who can tolerate life?

It is too beautiful and too strange
It is much better when seen drunkenly