To Sleep Awake
When the world rests, nursed in their nests,
I walk with the waxing and waning white moon,
My eyes cry, pained to perceive perpetually—
Yearn to yield, never to see a day from noon to noon.
Visions and voices, remorse and recall,
Worship what I want, what I cannot do.
Endless darkness of night to the birth of dawn—
May I never know a midnight I did not sleep through.
All the riches are my right, rule under my reign,
I am what all my thanes dream of becoming.
What I once dreamed, once could dream—
Until I held the heartless handle of the dagger slaying.
Blind of the balance of which power is weighed,
Had I known the consequence— to sooth my agonizing ache.
The passion of power I plundered for position;
The price I pay— my slumber slain— is to sleep awake.
inspired by shakespeare's "macbeth"
may 1, 1996
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