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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471232" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Emaciated Shadow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun ballasted searing aloft<br>And the emollient equinox escalated<br>The taunting ladder of schism<br>Upon the bequeathed garden<br>And, startled, everyone erected<br>Shifting legs and reloading guns<br>Never realizing the core of the brunt<br>Each one, feigning to be the only begotten son</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Naked are the clandestine hedonists, <br>Clad in silk are the quaint sybarites, <br>And the ignorant martyrs were repelled<br>Into the flueret floors of the chasm<br>Where the light deemed barricaded<br>From reckoning the mantling shade<br>Meanwhile, the shadows were casted<br>Upon the vexed and judged ones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I mused on the cantankerous catastrophe<br>As the others transgressed in hubris<br>From the sycophancy of their shadows, <br>Dishabille in the mistral dearth of light, <br>Or perhaps, the dense veneer of darkness<br>To incarcerate the squalid phantoms<br>Inhospitably emancipated from the erratic<br>Flight of the aeon's shoddy orifice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I pry and veer from side to side<br>Languidly probing for the stoic incarnation<br>Of my fears in the faceless silhouettes<br>The stoic scant of my void frame<br>Of two layers: stick and stone, <br>Was caught in the fangs of chagrin<br>Illuminating that I have but a single line; <br>A taut string of a shadow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst the other's loom loftier<br>Than their own lambasted carcasses<br>Mine was a sole stroke of graze<br>Of Apollo's superfluous blade<br>My vessel was, perhaps, beleaguered<br>By an emancipation more profound<br>Than the ineptitude of the bassinet<br>Of carrions and amorphous crows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I have been breathing whilst regurgitating<br>The gift, or curse, of Mnemosyne<br>And the iron mask may be scathed<br>But it was wedged in a profound depth<br>And the cicatrix is not dabbed with hoping<br>Rather, in a plethora of fear and repression<br>I had bled with all the sorrow<br>I had lived a vociferous shadow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this is not aggrandizing the tales<br>Of my consummated defeat<br>And there is no exoneration<br>In the heraldry of shadows<br>For in the final grains of sandman<br>I have only awoken to find<br>That I have been sleeping awake<br>And when the sun bursts, I had gone first.</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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And the emollient equinox escalated
The taunting ladder of schism
Upon the bequeathed garden
And, startled, everyone erected
Shifting legs and reloading guns
Never realizing the core of the brunt
Each one, feigning ..."></div>
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