The Sleeper, With His Dream Poem by james watkin

The Sleeper, With His Dream



Miserably wicked, miserably dull
World, is loosed your pull.
The sleeper, with his dream.
Bed-lain; and elsewhere!

The only time perhaps. Excepting
That finality in
What of the better death
Soul's in flight does fare.

Monday, November 14, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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