<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471426" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>One Too Many Blinkers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somnolence, brewed with apathy, <br>In its feral and purged form<br>Perched upon the svelte frame<br>That thrusts the low canopies<br>In an endeavor to stand loftier<br>And muse past the knotted haunts, <br>Struggling to steadfast the crosshair into<br>The piercing eye of the adversary<br>In a conscious slumber in<br>The verisimilitude of the mirror</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaves flipped with the gloaming, <br>Disintegrating the marionette's face—<br>The façade that stood<br>Like sooty pillars catching shadows<br>Departing without a wave<br>And innocuously lingering <br>Like the forest's milieu—<br>An auspicious camouflage of colors<br>Burying one too many blinkers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tired, desperate, and thirsty<br>From watching the season constantly<br>Shed its skin, <br>The sky lighting and quelling<br>Its colossal chandelier, <br>Faces juggling bows and hills<br>On their mendaciloquent lips, <br>Forgetting the memory kept<br>And vying to participate<br>Averting the clouts to precipitate<br>And rivet the frail frame into the ground<br>So committed that the mirror's sheen <br>Would shatter and consume<br>Its own aberrational delusions <br>And fore another blinker<br>Catch the dragonfly's erratic pace<br>Winnowing the ribbons of this tryst<br>And hold these people close<br>In a ring that binds<br>Infinity.</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=471426" data-title="One Too Many Blinkers de Norman Santos" data-description="Somnolence, brewed with apathy, In its feral and purged form Perched upon the svelte frame That thrusts the low canopies In an endeavor to stand loftier And muse past the knotted haunts, Struggling to steadfast the crosshair into The piercing ey..."></div> </div> </div>

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