Question Of It All Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

the question of it all
was the wave after
wave
of verse
and
of song:
the waters that cried all along
from the salt of the waves
on the beaches
at night
beyond palms
by the palms
in the night cover
by fairy hands
synthesized
distilled
fairy cover.
there was a vast
spitting of waters
Niagara stood still
at it new competitor
ah! the sub-conscious so
much at times
its wills to play fear
ah me! with fear instilled
I sudden woke up
from the reverie
and back again dazed
into the sub-conscious swam I.
the dark bird
was a symbol
for what?
And the sphere?
And the cunning of
night?
And the goats that turned
round and round
on the slimy carousel?
And the birds that stood still
in silhouette
of the dark?
the whip that was used
on me
the fear I cried and
the pain:
this was not conscious sacrifice
this was sub-conscious horror and
pain
the altar of sacrifice but not
yet not
the sacrifice itself.
And
my outstretched hands tore the
masks that made fear so much
in the film of Sub conscious
and I
saw the faces I knew:
I recoiled
I was shocked
and the sudden trauma and
shock were the bridges
that ferried me over
from the sub-conscious to
the conscious of speech and
of talk.
O! how horror to feel pass
Through the blood
The shock and the trauma
Of the sub-conscious anesthesia
And the fruits and the berries
Of horror
And bird after dark bird
Unmoving yet erect
And clock after clock after clock.
And the bats that flew over
The bridges I saw
And the bats that flew
They flew to the east
They flew to the west
And large birds were they
All dark of same shape
But not size
And they flew here and there
In the room
Where the episode took place
When the episode occurred
Episode and episode after
Episode
In the fires alight
Of Sub conscious Affairs.
And
One clock started to strike
It was there - that the point
At which a
Rude shaking
And
Shock
Awake the Sub-Conscious to Conscious
Transformed.
Ah me! How much in the Sub-Conscious
The Conscious is healed at
Expense of the horror and
Strangeness that rule -
So many times
So many times ….
The notes of the bird
With saurian wings
Vast wings
As it flapped the dark
Wings
As it screamed
As a giant bat
As the sub-conscious fires
Bled and Bled…
The strangeness occurred in
The dream
In the anesthesia ofSoul
For the Soul was pinned too
But not the Inner Soul
That was free and the last
Bastion resisting the opium
Of sub-conscious, that rose
In rebellion against
The sub-conscious
That transformed the sub-conscious
Into conscious….
Into conscious…
Into conscious…
Of sudden and dark
Or murky and slimy…