Repetition In The Song Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Let
There be repetition in
The song
And chant of the Poet Seer
Not drawl but full pitched
Voices.
For in the repetition
There was the whistling
In the Soul that
Kept the words and
Concepts in nay
Fired them to mix
And reproduce forms,
Other forms, vast, many
And inflexible:
They had to be held
Sub-Conscious replacing Conscious.
Close not your eyes in sorrow
Now
That you in the Sub-Conscious be.
I feel the pulse
Of the strain on the nerves
The hammer beating in the head
I feel
The Sub-Conscious feel I
Now.
Before there was the Conscious.

Ah!
The
Sub-Conscious
Speaks
It
Speaks
And
How
And
During
Sleep
The
Sub-Conscious
Speaks
Nay
Whispers
To
Inner
Souls
It
Whispers
Whispers
Whispers.
The
Waters
Glide
The
Light-house
Turns
As
Well
It
Be
Now
Night.


Let
There be repetition in
The song
And chant of the Poet Seer
Not drawl but full pitched
Voices.
For in the repetition
There was the whistling
In the Soul that
Kept the words and
Concepts in nay
Fired them to mix
And reproduce forms,
Other forms, vast, many
And inflexible:
They had to be held
Sub-Conscious replacing Conscious.
Close not your eyes in sorrow
Now
That you in the Sub-Conscious be.
I feel the pulse
Of the strain on the nerves
The hammer beating in the head
I feel
The Sub-Conscious feel I
Now.
Before there was the Conscious.