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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471360" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lambasted Deferral Of My Puissant Muse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this world of odes<br>Every whisper is a trap<br>Rummaging for preys<br>A lascivious answer<br>Where hunger feeds on<br>Another a hunger; <br>An ouroboros inscribed <br>Without a concatenation<br>To fill in the famished lapses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this clandestine world<br>A flaccid orb of gas<br>From the cigarette parting<br>Your thin veneered lips<br>And streams from gutters<br>Of your slicing eyes, <br>The land, fertile for the dead, <br>In your taut skin of white<br>The odes, traipsed in<br>The wrinkles nonexistent to the eye<br>But felt through the coarse<br>Beat of the dogtrotted hearts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This world ornately meshed<br>Into the pentagrams of your<br>Enchanting spells, I flounced<br>To find a looming pantheon<br>Of serpents eluded by<br>The prattling of their own tails<br>They succumb themselves<br>Drawing a circlet of scales<br>And I was the panther<br>Musing the surrealism<br>Of your riddles<br>With a forked tongue<br>Comanded by its musing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this world of putrefaction<br>To vie for life, your own or not, <br>You are the venom moseying<br>The sinewy veins in my wrists<br>I'd rather die than bleed<br>You out, for that life<br>Is rather long asleep<br>The pain of your efflorescence<br>Is the beckon of life.<br>Puncturing the slumbering culprits<br>To stir in their haitus<br>To obfuscate the clout<br>And reveal the remedy ebbing<br>Into the very poison</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If this world is a sole cellar<br>Residing in those cold tears<br>Guttering flagrantly yet subtly<br>In the circles of your palms<br>Then must I submit and efface<br>The quintessence of self? <br>In a harried vie, where I<br>Only reap vaporous clouds<br>When I disembogued the home in my land<br>To eat the fire of your skies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this world, you are: <br>The home I pawned for, <br>The sun I dare swallow<br>To be a suffice source of warmth<br>And vexation— a mooring banister<br>Whenever you trample, <br>The harlot of the art<br>In severing lies and<br>Risque vulnerability<br>And I am but<br>Another agog dancer<br>In the heraldry<br>Of your wobbling saunters.</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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Every whisper is a trap
Rummaging for preys
A lascivious answer
Where hunger feeds on
Another a hunger; 
An ouroboros inscribed 
Without a concatenation
To fill in the famished lapses

In this clandestine world
A flaccid orb ..."></div>
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