As The Fish Thrives In The Watery Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

As the fish thrives in the watery
Oxygen
Thus I
Amongst the ghosts, skeletons, graves and
Cemeteries and cemetery walks an eye of the storm-turbid sky.
Under.



Flashes of moonlight with star twinkling alternate

And face I raise to the immense heavens

Tiny tear-drops brimming, but on the edge
Without jumping into the sea.


That shall be the Kingdom of the Thought.


The speaking between Man and the Sub-Conscious
As speaking still Man to the heavens immense above
And back.

No crystals for the tears sill brims
Still whistles in to the eyes liquid,