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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471239" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Escalator</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was one of those bountiful days<br>Where a minuscule latency of silence<br>Could mean the void of everything; <br>The toppling of the fortress' pillars, <br>The infringement of the rosary beads, <br>The rapine of the cheapest hope<br>That you had found in someone else's pocket, <br>The kiss of a dying cigarette bud, <br>Or the burning end of the cigarette bud, <br>The last page of a novel and its woebegone demise, <br>Or the solitariness amidst the buckling jovial nights</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was one of those plundering days, <br>When I can see the violent waves<br>Palming the swaying bay, seizing the dock<br>Beating endlessly the benumbed shores<br>And I see it amongst the swarming populace, <br>In the slow hands of the hasty clock, <br>In the precarious streets and highways, <br>Even in the lull of classroom deliberations, <br>And my throat smothers with a torrid<br>Sensation from the cleaving caveat; <br>The arrival of the night of thieves<br>In superfluous arms clambering<br>From the insipidness of the air<br>Coiled in a snake's repose, geared up to strike<br>And pilfer the lustful shards of infinity<br>In my translucent veins and replace it<br>With the stale venom of impasse</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it was one of those rueful days, <br>Where I would crawl with the shuddering<br>And I slam the drift to be drawn to the corner<br>Of a sublime (and feigned) escalation<br>Where the seraphs unfold their wings<br>And the cherubs stifled blathering<br>And repress the things jabbing my ribs<br>By pressing all the buttons of the escalator<br>And delaying the setting of the moon, <br>And the pluvial toll of the scorching rain, <br>And defeat the rancid alcohol limit<br>For I am a bulimic drinker! <br>Quaffing the virulent pool of ecstasy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it was one of those days, <br>Where the vying would have to pinch respite<br>For the nights could no longer expand<br>And the chorus of the carousels sojourn<br>When the feigned lacquer smile bends<br>Then I shall halt my breathing and swallow<br>The serrated fragments of the glassine escalator<br>When it had hit the ceiling and the stringent string ruptures<br>Free falling in the unfathomable abyss<br>Of the escalator sequestered from escalation.</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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Where a minuscule latency of silence
Could mean the void of everything; 
The toppling of the fortress' pillars, 
The infringement of the rosary beads, 
The rapine of the cheapest hope
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