Do I wake?

Do I wake or sleep? in rhyme asked John Keats,
And at last I can say "I am awake."
Is it you, through AOL, who yet seeks
My blog after two years? Oh for your sake
I hope so, or someone's obsessed with you
More than you - though this does not seem likely.
And oh what a dream: silly and sad too -
All grotesque feelings and strange unsightly
Scenes - snakes and harpies and hypnotized trolls,
Freak-show women, brutal and cold and crass,
But worst, and wormwood to deep-dwelling souls:
Methought I was enamoured of an ass!
I'll forget the Demon Circus if I can,
Although I never write poetry again.