Poem: Let them sleep
So then Death what will you offer?
Life what profit give to me?
Profit? soul! you selfish scoffer
Riches share you here to be?
Glass of eye, seek your answer
by the breath I give and share
grip your wisdom pose and dance her
questions me with sound of air?
Death engage this vital storm
will in silence thus behave?
sting the tongue, you jagged thorn
Lift your chalice from the grave!
Laughter, oh , I love it so
comedy by tears is much
truth in secret, precious gold
what men venture forth to touch
Ask me fool, require my time
beat your chest and pull your hair
bring it forth, all that is mine
give it me, that which I spare
Death, my void of conscious will
what sword of blood will you deploy
be you brave or be you still?
fainting weak, and then destroy?
Yield! you son of memory
release your shoulder from the weight
ask the blade why do you bleed?
inquire of providence your fate?
Yield, I yield, my quite soul
leave me to this thin despair
there I find you death so old
Life the youth that didn’t care
Predictable! you do agree?
Life: surprise, I long to touch
Death: to think he questioned me!
man: I thought I knew so much
Yield my soul! Spirt flee!
Escape by holes of hollow sight!
Where my master? I believe
The flesh is shallow for it’s height
I do not care why question now
escape the night, we haven’t time
but night is full, completely round
without a star or spark or shine
Life: I know they need so much
frail the skin that holds the soul
Death: I long the warm to touch
let them sleep and never know
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