The Lamp Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The
Lamp
Of
Night
Will
Go
By
The
Seconds
Count
For
Time
As
Of
Seconds
It
Remains
Midnight
Midnight
Go
Not
Beyond
Already
With
Flambeaux
And
Full
Attire
The
Rattling
Skeletons
Have
Made
Many
A
March
Desire
In
The
Lights
Of
Subterranean
Fires
The
Waters
A
Largesse
Night
Night
Night
Works
The
Sub-conscious
Night
Night
night
fire
fire
the
spurt
of
waters
and
nocturnal
desire
the
chains
are
being
unwound
do
you
hear?