Fierce Flower Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Fierce flower that arrogant
at Dawn arises:
flustered by the very sap
of life blood coursing
you become Self
more and more as the day
deepens.
You become drunken Self
at noon and midday
in the day's zenith.
then the nadir begins
as from each zenith
For every zenith how long
will it remain zenith?
If it ever-continues then
how it be zenith
the pyramid of lower courses
that be not there?
unflustered yet
as through the lazy afternoon
where the sweetness of mid-sleep
and of sweet resting
makes for the genesis of
the nadir.
Sunset unveils the statue of
Nadir.
Dusk deepens it.
Gives it its waning colors
its fading twilight
waters
unquiet irrequietness
restlessness of a changing
Order.
Night will be sovereign.
then
the zenith will be
reversed by the new order
the new order of the night
it will have in princes,
the princes of the stars
and of the Duke Moon:
then
we will go home hand in hand
and
be one with the ghosts
Shadows and Shrouds.