in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

It means abandoning being a poet, abandoning your careerism, abandoning even the idea of writing any poetry, really abandoning, giving up as hopeless - abandoning the possibility of really expressing yourself to the nations of the world. Abandoning the idea of being a prophet with honor and dignity, and abandoning the glory of poetry and just settling down in the muck of your own mindYou really have to make a resolution to write for yourself, in the sense of not writing to impress yourself, but just writing what your self is saying.

America, how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?

I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.

Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.

Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.

Presumably, if you see spirit at the moment it gained access, then it'll be dropped.