Friday, November 1, 2013
Deep Sleep Will Come
When deep utterances overshadow my life
I seem to repel those evils worst in my heart;
The shallow waters bespeak the wonders
Of a heavenly hell, that has doses so swift.
The exhalation is even questioned by the rich
And the poor speak to their poverty with glasses
That fit, and their fixtures rely on more time on the clock.
These days are numberless that stand to the fall
Of the hands of the chiming grandfather-clock,
A test has been passed from the shivering seconds
That time has forbidden by the very seconds that stood.
I seem to repel and attract according to the tastes
On my tongue, but let then the tongue of the heart
Be an escape as my ears are instructed likewise,
Those funny, loyal organs of the flesh that abide.