Cone Of The Weak Moon Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Cone Of The Weak Moon



Through
Out
The
Cone
Of
The
Weak
Moon
Shining
Thousands
Of
Silent
Bats
a-gliding
a
woman
of
giant
proportions
on
an
ancient
rock
mourning
on
the
face
of
the
waters
multitudes
of
silver
diamond
vessels
what
night.

Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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