<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Squalor Asylum</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The abiding moon collected<br>my knowing surrenders<br>basking in the squalidness<br>of my black heart<br>and asked in a tone<br>as mellifluous as the angry tides: <br>Where does a crow fly? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nights of scarlet<br>where the saturnalia<br>collapsed in a dark secret<br>and the butterflies perched<br>over a buried amber<br>was devoured in famish<br>as carnage spattered<br>with burnt colors<br>and moaning plumage </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watching the astray musings<br>on a riving remedy<br>into the pipe and in the fathoms<br>of the interiorized vault -<br>the stupor of dancing suns<br>circling the inverted dome<br>somersaulting behind the blear<br>and your reflection in the smoke</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These debaucheries never called<br>for their own hiatus<br>as the forest met a fire<br>and breaks upon another<br>then decadently fold<br>in a banal slumber</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the grotesque show ended<br>everyone is alone<br>lured by the licorice sweating upon<br>the heat on their palms<br>and lost inside the mirrors<br>in the genocide inside<br>their roofless chasms<br>The crow perched<br>in the undulating braches</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chagrined, I stood in the bridge<br>juxtaposing squalor and morose<br>and in the verisimilitude<br>of security and delight<br>we sunder the propinquity<br>and burn our bridges<br>Whilst amidst this flames<br>I spun to the bottom<br>of a bottomless pit<br>looking back<br>in backwards slits</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=471511" data-title="Squalor Asylum de Norman Santos" data-description="The abiding moon collected my knowing surrenders basking in the squalidness of my black heart and asked in a tone as mellifluous as the angry tides: Where does a crow fly? The nights of scarlet where the saturnalia collapsed in a dark secret an..."></div> </div> </div>

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