Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

To be in fire
To be in suffering
So I have been
And so I stay
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Upon a harp with face
Pale, wan, startled
With look stunned
He played.
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You shall encounter these
things
These many
a night
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A so-called crazy man
He stood upon the access streets
That from the cemetery's gates
Led higher and higher midst
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In celestial areas roam I
On the ship of the Brain Mind
My Brain Mind.
‘We are not arrived anywhere
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The Crowd sang with the Singer
The sweat
Descended.
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Water indifferent
Not noble
Neither sacred
But so-called common, liquid common
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Trees were walking, walking
Down
From the high hills
Of the gradient slippery
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Wonder not, then the graves are shaking
The lids are opening
Coffins creaking
Opened by the brawny hands of muscled Spirits.
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The spire
Over the other buildings
As to a dragon
Breathed fire.
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