Figure Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Figure
figure of benighted traveler
thin and shadowy
shroud and shady
silent stealthy stealing
on the walls
as in mirror or
in lake reflected.

there comes a time
when humans must
throw off the garb
of materialistic Consciousness
replace
it by the Sub Conscious mantle
that flies
as religion and faith flies:
then
these two are not just
transformations of that
precision and science
that glitter so in Consciousness?

there comes a time
when humans must
turn round the coin:
the face only be turned
the Coin the same
but
in the Sub-Conscious seas and
oceans
the Inner Soul will
steep herself
and slowly drown slowly
and beautiful in all times and places.