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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kerosene Dove</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the dithering distance<br>The fountain puke swelling<br>In the belly of the sedentary sheens <br>Excoriating the cobbled streets<br>In the void knots of the theme park: <br>Amused with clockwork courtesy<br>And a tethering idiosyncrasy, <br>But the azure moiré of the canopy<br>Was no better than the soigné hostility<br>Imploding a muted friction; <br>A compulsion in its best<br>That scathes the incrustations<br>Of a reticent fellow in the flue<br>Clipping the flustering plumes<br>In the comport of a king<br>Ousted from his throne<br>Injecting the secrets to the bones<br>That where hollow in constitution.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our fellow dove made of kerosene<br>Opted the safety in the blear of the scene<br>Suffocating on the surfeit effervesce of coos<br>While the soupcon quintessence kicked and flew<br>Far from the cotillion of the pendulums<br>And the infelicitous instigator of the palming odium, <br>But in the frangible hurls of the paroxysm <br>Beneath the torpor of his brooding wings<br>Is a fire that consoles the condoles of bliss<br>Yearning for the violent daze of the setting sun<br>To flick the yawning switch of shuffled impulse<br>Clipping itself to branch out in deeper fathoms<br>In the bosom of a cavern with smoldering fences</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wafting with the winnows of inadequacy <br>Lingering in the air will gyrate to enthuse <br>The urges of sadomasochism in the kerosene<br>Lathering and inebriating our taciturn fellow<br>With pseudo-valiancy and its kiths and kins<br>Thus, he will hurtle unfettered by any string<br>And he shall kiss the pregnant gloaming<br>Allowing its fingers to seize and grate<br>The lithe feathers bristling to scintillate<br>With the ignition of the kerosene<br>And the air shall stop breathing<br>And fanning the implosion of whim<br>To watch the dove incinerate<br>Slithering in austere vividness<br>Into a surreal orb of quasar <br>Sending the sun to abeyance<br>While singing the swansong in synergy; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The demise in an esoteric lilt<br>Humming in a whispering sift.</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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The fountain puke swelling
In the belly of the sedentary sheens 
Excoriating the cobbled streets
In the void knots of the theme park: 
Amused with clockwork courtesy
And a tethering idiosyncrasy, 
But the azure moiré o..."></div>
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