Hurtling Through The Clouds
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Hurtling through the clouds
Thunderbolts
Even so these days
These years
These centuries?
Ah! Heaven be angry
And
In its anger hurls
Thunderbolts
Missiles as
In an air-raid
Flying
Flying
Through
I that with closed fists
Looked at the heavens
After having observed
The sand glass of evolution
I see
That I must bend my head
Immortality suspended be.
‘Dust was
And to dust return'
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