Since my birth I count score and two-
Grown, and many things I've known whether false or true;
But some happen when I sleep, and such me at bay has kept,
Since I was born ever and yesternight when I slept.
It's a new leaf of life or just a rehash
Of a morbid yestreen or just a past bash;
Into such I am taken moments I give in to sleep,
Yet in bed still I lie when I wake to laugh or weep.
Whether the power of the Heavenly King,
Or that of the evil's wing
Is the kidnapper creeping into my room at night,
I cannot unsay on such I have no light.
There's vision and nightmare they say;
To reap the revelation I've never known the way:
From the jinni or angel do I kill myself I wander,
It comes one as bad, another as good, I wonder!
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