Poem 593








I tell ye,
it is true!
The Devil
wears blue.
But how well
does she sleep?
Lightly or deep?

Do eyes in her orbits
jerk all around?
In that stage
of sleep..
When dreams
may be found?

Or are her slumbers..
dreamless, instead?
The peacefullest kind..
with no tears
left to weep
for the dead?

The All-Seeing
Eye knows
of sleep spindles.
The heralds
of dreamiest threads.

Alas, nowadays
only dreams
The All-Seeing
Eye sees
are the dreams
of eternal..
Amusing of Death.

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