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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471311" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hudson</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hudson bawled loudly inside his head<br>As the harpoons of lightning struck <br>Piercing his six-inch thick chest. <br>He had expected the violent rasp <br>Before it had even transpired, <br>Essentially, he actually<br>Ignited the electrified fire; <br>But farcically or inevitably, <br>It had not kept him from turning over <br>To flailing into the famished sea <br>Of consuming ignorance<br>It had consumed him, especially his eyes, <br>Now aqueous and dithering<br>With no reservations for coagulation. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With such wavering and waxed vision, <br>Hudson had dispensed vexation <br>Into a twaddle tug-of-war <br>Between skepticism and ignorance. <br>He tried to outrun the asphyxiation <br>In butterfly-pace as he let the bleeding <br>Deluge and wear out, until the veins <br>And the valves caressing the rivulets <br>Of his blood would halt, <br>And the serrations need not to clot. <br>He tried to outrun his pervading nightmares, <br>His abandonments, his interstates, <br>His moon, his sun, his stars, <br>His one-man-bandwagon of harlequinade.<br>He tried to elude them <br>With a dragonfly's erratic flight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hudson had successfully left Summer, <br>But as he painstakingly vied <br>To latch its portcullis, <br>The whiff of Summer's aberrant <br>Redolence of tawny sun, <br>Tangerine skies, <br>Languid inebriations, <br>Warm tans in shuffling sands, <br>And a searing foliage <br>Of innocuous complacence, <br>Had been pulling and keeping him <br>From shutting the closing gate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Relentless, Hudson, lunged <br>Forward towards another invitation. <br>An invitation to another dance <br>In the halls of ambiguity, <br>In poetries, <br>In subtle tacit game of charade, <br>In perplexity. <br>Autumn's adamantine gates <br>Beckoned a subtle hint <br>Of the mistral winter winds <br>And it had kept Hudson <br>From moving farther. <br>Autumn's portcullis remained ajar, <br>Partly inviting in sly <br>And partly halting a spider-chance. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two rooms, both doors opened; <br>Two wounds, both left to bled, <br>Vulnerable from infections<br>Dabbing the serrations<br>With rasping sedations.<br>Hudson was in the sea<br>Of vexation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hudson was resuscitating<br>In an oxymoronic cul-de-sac; <br>Trapped in between two doors. <br>Tangled with the laces <br>Of the feelings of rue, <br>Of defeat, <br>Of abandonment, <br>Of death, <br>And one-sided bliss, <br>Of fettered bliss, <br>Of hollow unrequited bliss. <br>Hudson had lost his name<br>In a perpetual sunset<br>Between two opened doors.</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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As the harpoons of lightning struck 
Piercing his six-inch thick chest. 
He had expected the violent rasp 
Before it had even transpired, 
Essentially, he actually
Ignited the electrified fire; 
But farcically ..."></div>
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