<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351230" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Obsolescent</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bending over like this to get my hands empty<br>Rummaging through the white trashcans out back<br>Of the Patent Office I find a kind of peace <br>Here in this warm-lit alley where no one comes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even the rats too they know that nothing new<br>Is going to get pitched out now--no formula,<br>Not one blueprint will ever be found in these<br>Bright bins whose futures are huge, pristine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old alleymouth grabbags my attention at times<br>I see the world flash by out there, glow-glow as<br>The floors of decontamination chambers-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I go back to my dull, boring search, foraging<br>For the feel it gives me of the thing which has<br>Invented me: that void whose sole idea I was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bill+Knott">Bill Knott</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351230" data-title="Obsolescent de Bill Knott" data-description="Bending over like this to get my hands empty Rummaging through the white trashcans out back Of the Patent Office I find a kind of peace Here in this warm-lit alley where no one comes. Even the rats too they know that nothing new Is going to get ..."></div> </div> </div>

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