Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

In the depths that red weak light
Burns
Lights
I closed the window loud
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Past midnight
And the light
That before midnight burnt
Still burns
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Ageing and clouds
These ancient be
And Primitive
Hence their strength
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Ageing of Justice be an agent be
For it equality ensure
That power and glory unjustly
Chafe.
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Walk in the dew
The night-dew
Tonight
Hear
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I love the creaking
The creaking of graves
Creaking of skeletons
Alone in solitude
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Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
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Lost
Lost out of senses
Numb
Numb of pain
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Drunk
Drunk in to the Shades
The small clouds on the graves
The wise whistling of the tombs
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Affinity to the
Dark
But even there
I saw a Shade
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