This Sleep I Am Having
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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This sleep I am having
Makes me think things and
Thereby make them.
A cricket I became yesterday
A frozen cricket in wind-blown
Lightning fanned Hastings Gardens.
And rain drop came on me
And chill was in face
Non-singing mouth
And the light of lightning
Too came in my faced
Yet there was a Hidden Hand
That had the magic switch
Click! The scene went and I slept
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