<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427277" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dead Follow Every Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Logos of pride<br>Burning eyes of phallus poetry<br>The over man of Nietzsche <br>Caged in robust vanity<br>Scarborough of delicate sanity<br>We suffer like condemned tribes<br>The pall of Prometheus fire<br>All are punished in the true mirror<br>All are swarthy madmen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the shore a ray of sun<br>Wise hour deems blue asylum<br>Men of the seventh seal<br>Tombs of radiant jewels<br>She hands skeletons her potion<br>We dance like poised slaves<br>Numb in totem revelry<br>Circle around mountains of myth<br>No fountain of youth shall respite</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wine of Bacchus bubbles like death<br>The wind blows fierce with portent<br>Portals of fire summon the locust<br>Land of giants drunken on philosophy<br>Golden eyes narrow like serpents<br>Dance to the sound of draped sirens<br>Magic hours where time warps time<br>Leave these feasts of foreign temples<br>Prince and power of the air rides</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hide your gold in the children’s war<br>Hide your future in caves of incest<br>Worship the still steel phallus<br>Your wet womb reveals Egypt<br>Visitors fallen and very dark<br>Musky bed where aliens crouch<br>Ancient lions wilt the galaxy<br>Who are you sister of red<br>The dead follow every wind</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Narusiewicz">Joseph Narusiewicz</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=427277" data-title="The Dead Follow Every Wind de Joseph Narusiewicz" data-description="Logos of pride Burning eyes of phallus poetry The over man of Nietzsche Caged in robust vanity Scarborough of delicate sanity We suffer like condemned tribes The pall of Prometheus fire All are punished in the true mirror All are swarthy madmen ..."></div> </div> </div>

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