<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Times I Write</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five A.M. snooped coyly<br>In my harried sleeplessness<br>Between the curtains of the equipoise<br>Of the red and dying eve<br>And the vim of early dawn<br>Rapping the emollient shuddering<br>Until everything synergized<br>Into a tepid pace, <br>And in this times<br>I am most alive<br>Growing more eyes <br>And superfluous hands<br>And my tentacles would permit me<br>To wander far-off, <br>Maybe to far-off<br>That I reached the enemy lines<br>Ticking the sleeping mines<br>And fulminating the wiles<br>Expulsing all of me<br>Into the bleak certitude<br>Of loneliness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the salient silence<br>Of the hiatus<br>I have been to several houses; <br>Of a family masticating<br>Each other's laments, <br>Of lovers quaffing<br>Their virulent endearments, <br>Of an ode's wardrobe<br>Naked in opalescent flesh<br>And there is but the ashen<br>Skin of loneliness, <br>And of friends sleeping<br>In the bed of complacence<br>Unknowing of<br>The wandering anxiousness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have been a fathom<br>Deeper than the cesspool<br>In my stygian eyes<br>That I had impertinently<br>Wished to dismember<br>The clock's petulant arms, <br>Though it in spite <br>Of the carnage<br>It would never sojourn<br>And settle with our pace; <br>Another corruption.</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=471628" data-title="Times I Write de Norman Santos" data-description="Five A.M. snooped coyly In my harried sleeplessness Between the curtains of the equipoise Of the red and dying eve And the vim of early dawn Rapping the emollient shuddering Until everything synergized Into a tepid pace, And in this times I am mo..."></div> </div> </div>

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