Web Of Tangled Emotions Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Web of tangled
Emotions
Piano that plays
And rings
Without hands on it
Yet
The emotions are
Triggered to and fro
Into the bath of evolutive
Mixtures:
Shifting
Rattling
Genesis of
Evolving
From the civilization of the
Cemeteries
To the civilization of plane
Immortality.
Come!
Come!
Spirits that buzz
Around
As the night turns
And goes
Come!
Come!
You need the Dawn?
You will not find here
In the very depth of
Night
You will not see her
Smile
Feel her warm breath
But instead
Feel the creepy hands of
Frost:
Both civilization be

The wisdom of the earth
It stood
The wizardry of the blue
Heavens
Laden with the muffins of the
Dark
They called us;
I heard them;
And the more they called
I sped away;
They called more;
All circular.
All of a circle.

I felt the creepy hands
Of winter’s seasons
Near
I felt obliging night
And frost of red
Noses red, eyes red,
Coughing red,
I heard
I heard
The paces of the Night
On chill and asphalt.