Our Mind Brains Relish The Abstract Relative Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Our Mind Brains Relish The Abstract Relative

Our mind brains relish the Abstract relative.

After all that be an Apex for the reaching.

A quivering arrow up in mists and fogs.

And in white clouds, so high, so high.

There the Abstract relative, there my hand shall rest.

Friday, September 15, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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