<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471267" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Four A.M. Gazing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tangential full moon was riveted<br>At the torpor dew of the late dawn<br>Have you seen how bloated ‘twas? <br>How ripe still it was at four AM? <br>No? You didn't even pry, <br>You have surmised a sunrise.<br>Well, let me fondle your metal vault, <br>Macadamized by forking soirées<br>Clad with a spurious shallow varnish, <br>The morning moon was ominously peering<br>Trough the notches of every window<br>Through the nicks of every undulated sleep<br>Like an ominous darting eye in torsion<br>Austerely ashen, sedentary, and pregnant<br>Just as the reflection of my own petrified orbits<br>As the crow flies into her grating unwavering stare<br>I trampled into a staid and hapless meandering<br>If there's, at least, one restless owl beseeching<br>And gazing bemused by the argot of the torn horizon<br>Staring back into the moon, even in a trifle, <br>Like staring into her own reflection and its stains<br>No one. No one, from where I raise and lay my head<br>Cloys the daunting moon or even try to count<br>The omnibus luminaries and assemble<br>A memory of the scene, unmarred and purged, <br>To gaze them in one's inertness in sleep<br>Like how a connoisseur and clandestine jester<br>Would muse upon a city or sit in a revelry, <br>In a fashion that no eyes would ever see<br>That he is picking up shards in his discreet corner; <br>Shards of unsullied bliss and of oblivion.<br>And if you haven't followed my gazing<br>Hear me amass the beauty of it again<br>You, a dilettante in a feeble ballast, <br>Gazing is when you had pursued my chase<br>And not in reading through my eccentric taste.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471267" data-title="Four A.M. Gazing de Norman Santos" data-description="A tangential full moon was riveted At the torpor dew of the late dawn Have you seen how bloated ‘twas? How ripe still it was at four AM? No? You didn't even pry, You have surmised a sunrise. Well, let me fondle your metal vault, Macadamized ..."></div> </div> </div>

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