Hand That Moves Round Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Hand That Moves Round



Hand
That moves round

Hand
That moves high

There is a wine
Dripping
Dripping
From the heavens

The Sub-Conscious
Here in the night
Is king.

The human
Obeys the Sub-Conscious
The root of his
Conscious Civilization
Dawn comes
The human reigns.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: movie
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 02 August 2014

The hand is so uniquely human - it is almost a symbol of humanity - the mysterious cave painters of the Stone Age left their hand prints on the cave walls along with stunning pictures of animals and people - the hand by which we have built our human civilizations, the hand by which we can destroy our civilizations

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