In The Night How I Long
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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In the night
how long I
to Hastings go
not just garden
but
the streets
the surrounding streets
the wide ones
the strait, alleys,
the quaint houses
snoring high,
awhile strike
the street asphalt
one after the other
I
hear pace on pace
my paces
distant dogs are
set to bark
but bark not!
enchanted lie
in the spell
nocturnal quite
of a Poet Seer who by
steals his way
his silent way!
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