The Ghosts And Shrouds
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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The ghosts and shrouds
That dance
In to the night
With raw boned skeletons
On the chilling sands of
The wide beach
You
Will hear the very waves
Come and
Retreat
Then come again
Then
As sudden brushing
Retreat:
Even so
The beat of life
For us
And we all need
To peg life and its beat
To the phenomena
As these
The sea that comes
The sea that goes
Proportionate and
Regular-uniform
All the night
The beat
That must be of this life
The seed and mechanics
Of Immortality
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