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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471100" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Amongst Foxes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take me on a banquet table<br>With seats engaged by five people<br>Or three with superfluous orifices<br>And vindictive but superficial visions<br>Such obsequious fanatics, such prissy sticklers, <br>Such laggard cajolers of idiotic beliefs<br>Worse, no fancies or beliefs at all<br>Take me unto this vulpine table<br>And I might as well abscond my supper<br>And gnaw upon reticence and the taciturn<br>Reservations, for in notching the hinges<br>Of my mouth may expose the famished gulch<br>Inside the fractures of the skinned skeleton<br>Or worst, display the daunting jagged fangs<br>That gyrates and scintillates from friction<br>From riling the presence of each other<br>Because in the deep alleys of my soul<br>I might be one of the hoodwinked monsters</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In cordial suppers, elegiac malls, or crowded rooms, <br>In corridors where people saunter<br>Like lewd hounds, like stray cats, <br>In the abundance of roaches and mice<br>In pairs swooned in love or in despair, <br>Or even one on one, tooth on tooth, <br>There is a madness hulking on the viscera<br>And they are all instigated by the same paranoia<br>That we have in alluring festivities in banquets, <br>In riling the reflection of a beguiling fox<br>We fleetingly saw as we walk in a mirror house<br>Distorting our visage and vision and filtering<br>Our bloods to reduce that we are all famished<br>With different hungers and carnal seeking<br>But the same scheming and volitions<br>To puncture the walls sundering us<br>From our very own dinner tables<br>And so we dwell amongst the foxes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amongst foxes, you cannot be a sparrow<br>And fly relentlessly with the innocuous trance<br>You find in the affable tackles of the climate, <br>Nor can you be the lion that you are<br>For you will beckon an unwelcomed signal fire<br>From the pregnant belly of a burning forest<br>You cannot be anyone else, <br>But the fox that you are not<br>And you cannot be yourself<br>But inside the cloisters of your cave<br>Amongst foxes, you have to play fox<br>And from the stench of their dwellings<br>You have to educe a frivolous park<br>And perhaps, struggling isn't apt<br>For the more we fight the demons of fate<br>The more we loosen our ends and swagger in blithe<br>And, inexorably, start to become one of them<br>The demons that you eschew in the mirror house</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no death that can surmount<br>The bereavement in squandering yourself away<br>And become a faceless name, or a nameless face<br>Or the echoing wails of a voiceless shame; <br>Dead amongst the world of the living<br>Especially when you are amidst the prancing<br>And cunning melee of the foxes' stares<br>But then again, why dwell in a crowd<br>Of these carousing sleazy perfidious rogues<br>Who would not hesitate to filch<br>What you have and who you are? <br>And who would never understand<br>Why you don a fox's risqué guise<br>And loathe the approaching pangs<br>Of slowly becoming one, and still opt<br>To die while trying to conquer death<br>Amongst the foxes, the injuries are not evident<br>So you sully in an indiscernible fissure of your soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We can never have espy the elusive answers<br>For before we comprehend the queries<br>They were already feasted by the agile beasts<br>But amidst the inebriations we hope to find<br>One dissimilar; shrewd and coy fox<br>Or perhaps a soul withholding similar scars<br>And humble conceits, and tail, and tales, <br>One who isn't very different from what you are<br>In the same veneer but still: <br>A prey under the steam of the foxes<br>And perhaps there is one soul<br>One who would not eat your tail in your slumber<br>And one who wouldn't define you<br>For what you have and have not<br>But give you a definition<br>Whilst you hunt amongst the foxes<br>And prowl a jeremiad in duet<br>Sewing tales that never meant anything to any fox</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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Or three with superfluous orifices
And vindictive but superficial visions
Such obsequious fanatics, such prissy sticklers, 
Such laggard cajolers of idiotic beliefs
Worse, no fancies or ..."></div>
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