Awake or Asleep?

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Awake he thinks he is,

And opens the curtains veiling his eyes,

Which through the night opened the stage,

For the actors best on the wood beige.

A nocturnal dream he left behind,

Or he thinks he did weak and moribund,

In a reverie but bleak and forlorn,

As the merry sky had the sun begotten.

Doubt thuds into a prejudiced brain,

Certainty flees aware of ineluctable pain,

And thaws the solid river,

Of thoughts that did yesterday glitter.

Demolish and efface the edifice,

With the genial blows that abolish,

Of common sense that ensnared,

The reason in pages hitherto shared.

Asleep he thinks he is,

And opens the curtains veiling his eyes,

Which through the nights opened the stage,

For the actors best on the wood beige.

 
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