Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Wake upon Wake

Hear you the sound of insanities wake
Before it has passed? Can sanity spake
After the thief comes at night without sound
To take what once was a square, now made round?
Sanity doth not hear the tread of him
Who creeps behind in order to get in
A word or two, a few seeds of doubt; by
Which a confident breath becomes a sigh,
And by which the sky once deep blue, most clear,
Becomes a mist, a fog, a mire queer.
But know you that when the thief has passed,
And the treasure he stole he hath amassed,
Know that sanity will be hot on track,
To place insanity upon the wrack.

                    Wake upon Wake, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012

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