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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471106" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anatomy of Rue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The far flung tirade bellowed<br>into the gray reflection <br>and the resistance knelt<br>before its banquet of rue<br>but sleep was neglected<br>by the sullen eyes, <br>and tales were still narrated<br>into the frosted-glass<br>fearfully staring daggers<br>like a hysteric pistol<br>crying at point blank<br>knowing well that the only eyes<br>it can look into are the mirror's</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The seasons passed hurriedly<br>but solace never came with<br>the showering yellow petals<br>and the breadth of trepidation<br>grew like a feral bush of ivies<br>and its thorns instilled<br>false-hopes in waiting futilely<br>for the sound of keys<br>unlocking my ajar doors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here, in the decapitation<br>of my cloud's phantom-musing<br>I fell into a monastic languor -<br>limbs falling like yarns<br>untangled from the web of life <br>and in the wanton silence<br>I listened to the veracious absence<br>of pliant footsteps chasing<br>the setting of my red cooling star </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It gave way for oscillating sequins<br>of the night to enthuse aeons<br>to go back to their weaving<br>of nostalgic poisons and <br>the monsoon beat like wings<br>escaping the hunter's net</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Obdurately, the bridges held strong<br>even when the constitutions are burned, <br>I remember you as who you are<br>with a stark pang of grandiose<br>and remembering is no different<br>than breaking bones just<br>to prove that you are still alive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as death sieges my garrison<br>with myriad auguries sifting through<br>the spurious altering lights<br>outside my cellared window, <br>the casted shadows on my walls<br>can only bring a cloak of life<br>into this steel-cold self-incarceration.</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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into the gray reflection 
and the resistance knelt
before its banquet of rue
but sleep was neglected
by the sullen eyes, 
and tales were still narrated
into the frosted-glass
fearfully staring daggers
like a hysteric ..."></div>
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