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Come Awake

Come awake
Open your eyes
I know that you just sleep...

This pool of red is but a sweat,
But tears of terrors taken out.
Your weakened hold of flesh on flesh
Is just you caressing, wondering
What you think of this strange flesh.

Come awake,
It’s not yet night,
I know that you just dream.

The grass is swaying, the sun is bright;
You cannot be asleep!
Your life’s not over,
I know this well,
Yet now you stop
You hold your breath
And let the shade hold still your face.

Stand about,
Oh dear child,
Stand and see the light!

Your nightmares hold you well,
Your eyes don’t even flutter,
And your lips just slightly mutter.
And as the red sweat cakes your face
I see the shadow take your beat.

Come awake,
My only son!
Why won’t you come awake?



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