Round, Round, Around
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Round, round, around
Churn the fogs, the mists.
See, even in the fogs Ideas light
Though they be rarer than in the soft
Mists.
The chill increases and the churning so.
I be a tortured Soul; let me not go.
But let my tortures serve as breeding ground
Of Suffering and of more Wisdom genesis.
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