Createth him companion of my soul.
I may have stunned him, but not overthrown.
A living man, he claims his natural rights
Whene’er that other self must sink to sleep.
And to wake—always that—exceeds its powers.
Asleep it was throughout that time in which
Capesius could live within himself.
How my first nature tore me from myself.
My dreams did seem to him the sign of fate;