Let Thought Roam Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

to think and let thought roam
not chaining it like
a chained dog: but free
to roam without a chain by neck
or guided by the hand or other way:
the beauty of the night inspires
thus not more than Dawn and new day
not more -
not more -

of many things in all my verses
I
Erect Poet Seer wrote and sung
and chanted incantation-wise
Of many
Of many

I desire to say off the mask of fear
in the Sub-Conscious
for in the Conscious masked fear
hides herself so
that you will not know
whether it's all bluff or in part
so
or danger full:
in the Sub-Conscious you will face
fear
and fear will face you
naked to the blade and
sheer and mere.

thoughts roam
roam and so wander
at times cooing soft as pigeons
in love; at other times
as winter-swollen thunder
thought roam
roam and so wander
the night his mantle vast
opens to them for shelter.
thoughts roam
thoughts roam
thoughts roam.

verse thus let free from cages
of rules terms and dogmas
rolls on uncertain often
but in rare moments
such heights arises more
than verse controlled!


to you Muse
there came I
to your sacred alter by
made my installment of
scent and incense
and all things holy
then
fell I before your altar
that altar that also
be the sepulcher
of beauty buried though
she living be:
as ever -

for
in the beginning in one
moment absolute
particular
we lived
in it
the first experiments and
inside the small niche
the first sweet praises
cutting perhaps one link
of oblivion's chain
and making the Poet Seer
more fervent in his pain.
hear my Muse!
hear my Muse these words
a prayer too, albeit a song,
and to your sacred soul
an incantation.

there was a dream whose fringes
of pure gold but inside
matter changes to poor cloth
the youth in fringes
inside there'd the old
Sub-Conscious inside locked
outside
the beauty of youth
old age to it be distant
and repellent:
there was a dream
there was a dream

turtles on whom Venus doted
and laid her hands on them
to caress and leave food
the turtles now abandoned
by their divine protectress
now roam and wander
all over the pebbles they sail
falling and rising
in a laugh and shock
as by alternation