The turn is your turn in this sleep,
It deceives your pleasure when
The goings of dreams are tougher
Than a look into the reposed beings.
They observe the experiments of people,
Seeing what is in the way of sight,
Like the person who holds a light.
The lantern of the lights is a lively
Commodity to sell a perceptive being
Who is a man of the unique arts.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sleeping