Clouds Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Clouds
clouds
shattering against the thin thick barrier walls of frost
shattering
shattering

down
down below the human pass through streets and square
in the old ancient city:
put
forward
fast forward
see how the paces hurry
trembling in an ever-increasing manipulated flurry
those
those humans

lone
lone rotating march
in the vast flurry of frost particles
genes
gene particles relative
of the searing of the leaves, the fall,
the rustling on the garden paths,
strewn
strewn
with leaves that fell
fell
happless and hopeless
lone
lone rotating march

how drear the day
how dreary the earth moves
the earth rotates
how dreary
not much of variance
no spice to smell, no taste of spice
and burning tongues:
no,
the usual drear of day even if sunny
the usual days of grace
then the fall of the guillotine
the sad monk to his cell betakes his way
and loud his voice resonates in his pray
dusk, vesper, night to come
the cloister-earth lowers its warmth and
frowns
the cicala and the grasshopper
a dialogue attempted
then stopped, stopped

in a distant mill the water gurgles deep
and slow
in a distant plain half dozen farms alight
dogs bark
as night lowers the curtain of the dark
mute and rapid flees home back a lark
and screehing a wise owl
a bat
circles around and then it shrieks
a moth
the bat emulates circles and hums
droll the sea-waters enter in the creek
amidst the hideous heights of brazen cliffs
and it is night

ah! attempT! if you must succeed first
you must attempt
that's order chronological
order of the universe
order logical:
how dreary vapor from the heavens fall
from beneath the iron-waxing stars
yet they light white and smile
by half
the other half a wry, mask of the cynical:
rustles high the spume carrying waves
the cruel seas all Ocean-prompted rage
an owl
flies off her safe branch and to earth
takes a short walk and sage
for it is night

a figure tall, how tall
its top the Poet-Seer looks high:
and
a look of fear on his face he bears
walks the tall figure
always
becoming taller, taller
in ever-increase
without limit in that space of breeze
nocturnal
that the heavens and the mass universe present
and the sombre immensity they represent:
a figure tall, how tall
how elongated
and ever-fiercer talls and walks
and is not sated
for mid-night quickly rolls:
an hour
ago it was that distant
now
it is come a moth passes
against its face
by mistake with fear drops
down
where a procession of shrouds in full gown
proceeds candles in hand some
others torches bear
the gruesome gathering without direction steer
into the night
into the deep of mid-night, yes,
for it be night
damiente de lucens sapiente.