<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471575" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Faults Of The Mechanism</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The maladroit pacing<br>Of the gears toiling aimlessly <br>In the gnarls of my temple<br>Trembling for exoneration<br>From the imposed mechanism<br>Where another constellation<br>Of wintry metallic gears<br>Hold a violent clout<br>Girdled by my very thumb<br>And beckoned by my forefinger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is how it works<br>For a masked man<br>And crystallized soul</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A diadem of surly thorns<br>And impatient magnums<br>Is the incendiary plying <br>Of my blood's colour<br>Riving to be spilled flagrantly<br>And spatter to stain<br>The numbness of the grins<br>Or the chagrined moue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mechanism is simple: <br>Come close, touch me<br>In the sanguinary skin<br>Gnawed by a bloating fear; <br>Come closer and scrape the sun<br>Haul and save me from this gun<br>Make me run, in your lovely pace, <br>Hold the gun<br>Now, loosen<br>Forget the vows of the forgotten<br>Release the burning forest<br>And watch the sullied man<br>Remove his fluent mask<br>And metamorphose eagerly<br>Into a carrion fenced by crows<br>And vulpine smiles<br>Of cheap remorse<br>Putrefying in your shadows, <br>Haunting in your memories.</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=471575" data-title="The Faults Of The Mechanism de Norman Santos" data-description="The maladroit pacing Of the gears toiling aimlessly In the gnarls of my temple Trembling for exoneration From the imposed mechanism Where another constellation Of wintry metallic gears Hold a violent clout Girdled by my very thumb And beckoned by..."></div> </div> </div>

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