Treasure Island

Emmanuel George Cefai

(12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

Mountainous River With Roots


Of mountains in the midst
Or at the sides
Thus the fumes and the mists
That rose from wave currents
In my brain:
Mirrors that image the Sub-Conscious
As they mirror the Conscious faithfully.
Dreaming of dreaming yet
Perceiving in the Sub-Conscious
After taking leave of Conscious hardness
Perception the same train
Experience in the same direction yet
Now walking to one side
Then to the other
This in the Sub-Conscious reign
Whereas in the Conscious
Straight and linear it walks
Mountainous river with roots
Of mountains in the midst
Or at the sides
Thus the fumes and the mists
That rose from wave currents

Submitted: Thursday, March 13, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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