Trunk Of Verses Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

hola! the trunk of verses!
the Poet-Seer closed them
there
after abandoning them
yet
he had composed them...
he printed them, then
with a wry face
he opened the baggage and
carefully packed them in
as notes each bundle tied
and...locked them...
the notes flew high and
low
a Brownian motion of
the songs and chants:
outward it flows
outwards things flow
slow
but pitiless ticks
the ancient clock on
the chimney black
mantelpiece:
dust had settled in.
in the night I heard
you going down
barefoot, bare foot
down, down the stairs
were you meeting
the ghost of Dawn?
the waters reversed..
but hit no wall just
the sump of the currents...