Then in a trice my lute broke
and the music flowed out
like blood draining from mortal wound;
I felt no pain, my dumb heart beat in rhythm,
my numb brain recycled old songs
playing out a dead charade
while deep, deep sleep descended
on the blankness of my soul.
Will I awake? or will I sleep on?
Will I walk in this ever lasting daze?
A page torn from the tale of life
let me but float at wind's command
till another storm carries me
to my Second Coming.
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