<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418244" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Day Brushes It's Curtains Aside</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">to a dark stage.<br>I lie there awake in my prison bunk,<br>in the eye-catching silence<br>of prison night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I study the moon out my grilled window.<br>I figure this and that,<br>not out, just figure, figuring more,<br>the inner I go, through illimitable tunnels,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">roaring great, myself back back back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lie still, listening to water drops<br>clink and pap pap pap<br>in the shower stall next to my cell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that airy place we call the heart,<br>I move like a magician<br>in the colorful stage lights of my moods,<br>my bright dreams, and blue light<br>circles a tear on my cheek, and lips with her name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">>From flowers in my hands<br>her face appears. In cards<br>she is the queen. These are tricks<br>and I am the magician.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tomorrow morning I will crawl out of bed<br>knowing I cannot escape the chains<br>they've wrapped around me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will crawl out of bed tomorrow,<br>as though I had stepped out of a box<br>on stage. It was no illusion,<br>when the sword plunged into the box,<br>I smiled at the crowd,<br>as it went deeper and deeper into my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jimmy+Santiago+Baca">Jimmy Santiago Baca</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=418244" data-title="The Day Brushes It's Curtains Aside de Jimmy Santiago Baca" data-description="to a dark stage. I lie there awake in my prison bunk, in the eye-catching silence of prison night. I study the moon out my grilled window. I figure this and that, not out, just figure, figuring more, the inner I go, through illimitable tunnels, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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