Throes Of Music Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Throes Of Music



in
to
the
throes
of
music
stars
are
firing
themselves
this
night
this
day/s
of
Wrath
the
people
sleep
the
heavens
no
but
war
part
with
part
they
have
been
cross
since
zenith
at
mid-day
fell
to
the
pining
dusk
at
fading
of
the
day
since
then
since
then
since
then

Friday, December 2, 2016
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