Great In The Soul Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

6-great in the Soul
more
in the Inner Soul
the last rampart and
fort impregnable
to the Soul:
the Inner Soul
and even just the Soul
be too high
for your intrigues and
malign tinkerings:
the body they
take
the Soul
the Inner Soul
no.
7-across the water
fly
the aridfigures
tiny small red eyed
and humming
yet
they know not pride
which they resist
as they
in drear repetitions
of gliding
pendulum-like, fly.
the waters
purse their lips.
The seas
the Oceans.
O Earth
O Mother Earth
O Mother
8-the beard of thought
over red waters
flew
the signs for coming
thunder
grew
the signs for coming
lightning
grew:
o! no descendants
you
have only me to torture
feel
sadistic joy
and then
not more
9-my portrait
in color
when I was young
not in command
of that I have today
the
portrait
I saw blood creeping
all over the portrait
red
between day and night
Dawn and starlight
my portrait
pane broken and
in imminent falling:
my portrait
in new color -
now
the knife that slit it
attacked furious
poor portrait
poor me.
10-harangue of bells
water
in the edge of
cliffs overhanging
giddiness and
turning round
turning turning
yet
the survivor Soul
and more
the Inner Soul
the body
with them uplifted
giddying fell
diminished
then subsided.
11-fugue
fugue of the weird
waters full of
night wraith and
others:
I went down
Nix Mangiari steps
to meet the wraith
under the stars:
but ah! cunning wraith
only
dark from sea came out
and
just as I returning
half way through
Nix Mangiari steps
in somber mood
I heard the wraith
arising.