Storm-Wall Of Dejection
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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flow
flow of the summer currents
fruit of parched dust and dried up rocky sides:
water came as blood comes from those rocks
In the airy glooms
the thunder perpetuates
a long extension
extension after extension
Lightning
to vie with thunder
does not less:
And
in the midst of this
all this
I wander
wander like a frightened insect-ant
across the terrains of the lone rotating earth
I wander
I wander
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