Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Draikis the Ghost
He yielded his Soul to the stars
And to the chill of night
And to the moon of night
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I drink alcohol of Beauty
For me
It must be that refined
Then I speak noble
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Out in the street
Desolation reigns
No rain
No lightning
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Round the same
Words
The Verse goes
Round the same
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Better be Primitive
As the reproduction of sea-urchins
Though chance reigns
Yet
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High
High the mind brain
Goes
Surges
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So-called Insane
but that be relative!
I saw Figures in the street Insane
And they were not Drunk
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To the Spinal Chord of the Primitive
Things turn
Turn always:
Thus
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As
The
Donkey
Round
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Remain
Photos and flashes
Photos in flashes
Photos
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