Grand Poobah of Genies

The grand Poobah of Genies

came to visit you last night –

as blue as several shades of sky –

sweet scheme of azure light –

a dream you’d hoped to have

but didn’t dare to think you could –

but here he was to reassure

that dream was here for good:

two senses of “for good” of course:

the first that it would stay –

the second that it was a boon –

a virtue – to allay

the doubts you’d had about your life,

the fear your soul was lost

in random clouds of random strife:

for which you’d thought the cost

was far too great to calculate

or meet, but now you saw

your sadness lose its place to love,

and love become the law.

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