To Himself He Kept Asking Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

To Himself He Kept Asking

This?
That?
To himself he kept asking
Haggard crawled his sleepy
feet
in those drowsy mists of colors changing
night once begun willed not to end
here,
here could Humanity notice?
This?
That?
To himself he kept asking
Haggard crawled his sleepy
feet
This?
That?
To himself he kept asking

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