I That Dwell, Into The Shafts And Arrows Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I that dwell, into the shafts and arrows
Of enemies from all sides
Enjoy each red dusk as if were the last:
Pine at the trembling night-stars
Tremble like them, tears in my eyes
Await nor presume yet another morrow
Prepare
For a night of bad dreaming and full sorrow
I left Hope waiting for me:
I had calculated
That Hope would not be at the appointed place
But lo! With the first lights I rose,
And Hope I saw and met and hand in hand
We went:
it was
The day, and was the risen Dawn.

Into the Hypnosis where my eyes close
Though breathe I, I be indifferent
But care for what I dream and what I feel:
For the experience and for emotive steel
Into the Hypnosis sink I:
Willingly.


Time is a pirate: so I slandered it:
But it smiled; and recoiled not
At my words:
Though I recoil and planning to retract
The words that I had uttered in Hypnosis
Yet Time, ah! Time’s so cunning
Knew well that under the Hypnosis
I uttered well, and wished that
All civilization would be in Hypnosis
That is from king and president to power less
Tycoon to relative poor: see!
All is relative on these tongues of earth
That from the Sun-circulating Oceans project:
Time is a pirate
Time is a pirate, emboldened I,
Uttered again, Time is a Pirate.


Once struck so many times in a decade
And just a little more of Time:
I took my hammer so to strike again
As I had struck before the decade