/lit/ - Literature

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>i lovehate sleep

nightmare

i lay down, not gently, to slumber
and murmured an untranquil note.
as sleep gathered hands round my throat,
light sank where shadows outnumber.

that sleep which came, not untroubled
by dreams devoid of volitions
brought tenebrous apparations
that out of obscure springs bubbled

grey half-light, obliquely gleaming
through bent lands, sent rays mis-angled
to shine upon strange skies spangled
with light and with shadows teeming.

there were no sights, only hazes
and captive thoughts occupying
strange passageways ramifying
in uncannily shaped mazes.

no borders there were, only middles
of realms where all paths are inbound,
and through the weird skeins that unwound
there were no lies, only riddles.

there was no truth, only omen,
like a dark door waiting agape,
and the urgent need to escape
and the sense of unseen foemen.