Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

The womb of cold
Is full with chill tonight
The Bird of Wisdom stands
Cold
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Dragon fly that hums
As bees in low
But
The higher the humming
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Let the clock hands
Turn
And turn
wild
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I look for secret gardens as dusk
Falls
I follow the mist calls to secret
Fields
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Give me the message
I shall carry it
To the wisdom birds
Though they sleep
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As
The snake
Coiling
As
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The word
Speaks
Has no mouth
But speaks
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These spells be not
Hereditary
But then
All words be relative
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Cleft in the rocks
How many night sea-spumes
Entered
How many
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Beetle
Red
Big
Crunching
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