Hurtling Through The Clouds Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Hurtling Through The Clouds
Hurtling through the clouds
Thunderbolts
Even so these days
These years
These centuries?
Ah! Heaven be angry
And
In its anger hurls
Thunderbolts
Missiles as
In an air-raid
Flying
Flying
Through
I that with closed fists
Looked at the heavens
After having observed
The sand glass of evolution
I see
That I must bend my head
Immortality suspended be.
‘Dust was
And to dust return'
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