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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471216" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dismal Lack of Grounds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Illustrious nights fumbled upon my undulant sleep<br>Engulfing all that I have established<br>And all that I have feint for deliverance<br>With these few jocund people and their tacit pace<br>I am left to bleed in a boudoir that conceives<br>A man, like a chamber for a warm seeping blood.<br> <br>I wish to write and trample in a palliate<br>But this loyal loneliness stalls in an aposiopesis<br>As I wear and tear upon my flesh for subsistence<br>Demarcation freezes me in a derisory face<br>And bends every streak of the affable sunshine<br>Into a febrile slathering blanket in my glacial arms.<br> <br>So then I would write in ambiguous but soldering scripts<br>About how I am ensconced in a peremptory loneliness<br>And that I would cringe to plea for an entree<br>To a ground where I can assert my existence<br>Without these vindictive eyes and cold shoulders<br>A place where there is no conception, perhaps and preferably; insanity.<br> <br>Are there words sedative enough to cradle a glacier? <br>Are there people consistent enough to stay inside a night? <br>Are there golden times before each lifelong nadir? <br>Are there scherzo tinkering at the edges and seams? <br>Are there balustrades by the last inch of a rope? <br>Have I been at any of your edges at all? <br> <br>I would digress in my Mandarin class with these questions<br>As a part of me dies again, live again, and repeat the torture<br>Inside this labyrinthine dune, I would disembogue all the rivers<br>That I filled in every worthy soul I have once talked to sleep<br>And in the unmarked grave of the escritoire I would lambaste<br>All that I never had, so that I can rebuild something to burn again.</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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Engulfing all that I have established
And all that I have feint for deliverance
With these few jocund people and their tacit pace
I am left to bleed in a boudoir that conceives
A man, like a chambe..."></div>
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