<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=452154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If Only</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With great sorrow I read these lines <br>over and over: ‘Your body is a pure <br>reflection of the balance of thoughts <br>that you think' - a headache caused </div><div style="margin:10px 0">by my addiction to taste and quick <br>pick-me-ups; attempts to break this <br>enslavement by sitting still without <br>sensory stimulation except for </div><div style="margin:10px 0">words on paper and a screen with <br>pictures in between - terms which <br>do not sing, meaning unrelated to <br>spelling & sound is all that counts </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The only sensation the unalloyed <br>boredom of being ensconced on <br>a high chair to straighten my back <br>only the air-con's soft susurration </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And voices - relaying information on <br>work problems - if only I had access <br>to metaphysical thoughts to lift me <br>up like a spiritual Indian Fakir </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My body would have been happy to <br>exist in limbo without experiencing <br>any kind of sensory stimulation, a <br>sense of taste is the only thing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That makes me think I'm alive - the <br>official lines on death, destruction <br>and fraud leave me cold - dead <br>in my chair - dying some more</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Margaret+Alice+Second">Margaret Alice Second</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=452154" data-title="If Only de Margaret Alice Second" data-description="With great sorrow I read these lines over and over: ‘Your body is a pure reflection of the balance of thoughts that you think' - a headache caused by my addiction to taste and quick pick-me-ups; attempts to break this enslavement by sitti..."></div> </div> </div>

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