Pinch me

Keep me from my lesser slumber,
poor and pale beside the wide
and bright awake one could mistake
for dreams; though they may blunder.

Write for me a greater chapter,
the black and bare could not compare
nor dare dethrone me from my stature;
the future’s mine, and I’m the captor.

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