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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412545" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Insomnia:A Sextet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Reading Cioran</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaf caught in a branch of ice,<br>I am unsleeping,<br>heroic,<br>neither dead, nor dreaming,<br>awake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I exist when I<br>don't sleep,<br>it makes me feel<br>you there,<br>me watched.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You think because you<br>are not God,<br>I don't know you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I've been here as long as you,<br>I know the territory:<br>(it's yours and mine) ,<br>our marriage is<br>the first map.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>The Insomnia of Galaxies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is archipelagos<br>not knowing where they end,<br>but swirling by each other endlessly,<br>sleepless<br>a sea of one accident succeeding another,<br>moons circling moons,<br>breath succeeding breath,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sleep, you, sleep, in stillness rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III<br>Virtual Insomnia</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleepless,<br>a picture of Giacometti's<br>Woman Standing stands on the sill,<br>next to dead roses and a clock.<br>On a chair, a book propped-open, wide-awake,<br>shows a woman Utamaro drew once.<br>Absent-minded,<br>she sticks a toothpick<br>through closed lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside it snows—<br>who is &quot;it&quot;? <br>In another room<br>the weatherman<br>thinks he knows what whoever is snowing<br>is going to do with it.<br>A series of &quot;it&quot;s<br>underlines the truth—<br>he doesn't know who snows either,<br>but streaks the early morning with a stream of empty sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Virtual Sleep<br>In the air over the lake<br>the big birds fly, wheeling; <br>they scissor the light,<br>pattern over pattern, invisible scribbling,<br>and later,<br>dive into the trees<br>for truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ioanna+Carlsen">Ioanna Carlsen</a><div class=q>
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Leaf caught in a branch of ice,
I am unsleeping,
heroic,
neither dead, nor dreaming,
awake.

I exist when I
don't sleep,
it makes me feel
you there,
me watched.

You think because you
are not God,
I don't know you.

But I've bee..."></div>
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