<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Masticated By Ignorance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is an eye fashioned from iron<br>A steely cold cellar for a famished soul<br>Iron eyes feigning to macadamize<br>The dark circlets around the orbits<br>A wreath of cinder from the toppled<br>Empire, a shriveled recollection <br>Of lacerations and ecstatic slurs<br>A stringing harp of the devil<br> <br>There was a man with iron eyes<br>Reeking of a valuable possession <br>Exhumed from a constant oppression<br>A gilded and ciphered fanaticism <br>A lopsided ribbon of disposition<br>A fortified super imposition<br>That devoured the man's vision<br>And cloyed the nausea into gagging</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a cigarette rolled on his hand<br>And panic knotting on the other<br>Fear wedging on his angry teeth<br>The lanky man rode a lightning<br>And ripped the undulating street<br>All downhill the ocean floor<br>Devoured by the mad looming city<br>Devoured by a blossoming paranoia</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This man was spruced with derailment<br>A delusion that no doctor or witch<br>Can diagnose and convalesce<br>He ran and ran, unknowing what's on his hands<br>Past the livid vultures and hissing panthers <br>In the pavement of a mad hostile jungle<br>He would traipse and will be preyed<br>No one knowing that he didn't know</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=471382" data-title="Masticated By Ignorance de Norman Santos" data-description="There is an eye fashioned from iron A steely cold cellar for a famished soul Iron eyes feigning to macadamize The dark circlets around the orbits A wreath of cinder from the toppled Empire, a shriveled recollection Of lacerations and ecstatic slu..."></div> </div> </div>

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