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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yellow Haven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember the forfeited nights when hunger<br>Had sent me mangling into fortified walls<br>Groveling to thaw into the pallid inflection, <br>Squirming from the scraping inside the chambers<br>That putrefies the veneer to haplessly reveal<br>The unwritten words in the wrinkled skin, <br>Where the poisons crumpled to potions<br>Picking slivered beads and making a chalcedony<br>Of pebbles to grind in our running feet; <br>Turning serpentine vespers into the cinders<br>Of the day's vigorous fanning of ambiguity; <br>And ephemeral drizzles engulfed by the wave<br>Of esoteric perpetuity in a colossus rave; <br>In spite of the incisive transatlantic distance <br>Imposed by tacit seclusion and disparity<br>I found the light show on the ocean floor <br>Where gods are servile of the fathoms<br>Placing their languid heads in stone tables<br>For an immolation to omniscient mortality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a cup of golden concord that entangles<br>Our meta-fictional lives in a conscious strangle: <br>A highfaluting chaise, for arriving and departing<br>Impassable planes of plutocracy<br>To premature decadence that lingers<br>Into the absence of your sculling chortles<br>And vivacious silence riveted in the listening floor<br>As I touch you and feel the seraphs wafting<br>In your skin and melting crystal castles<br>And as I part, shoved by the demons<br>With awry prongs locking in a tale<br>That not one without a sip of the sharp<br>Spangling revelries in our fragile cup<br>Could neither evade nor leave triumphant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am one amongst the motions and susurrations, <br>Stringed in the latticing chances of conclusions, <br>Assuaging the winds of odyssey, never to bury<br>The skeletons when time flew like an albatross<br>Enslaving the sea and nary a home but the sky<br>Teeming with the liberal sensations to descry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The asphyxiated lungs of lost voices, <br>And collapsing ribs of lost viscera, <br>Intertwines the demon's lair into<br>The ornate heaven for the mortals.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As soon as we touch and spew verve<br>We lose contact and the valley of death<br>Yawns wearily to devour the mechanism<br>Learned in a plenitude of scant days: <br>A close good bye juggles with hello<br>Oblivious with all these lovely people.</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>
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Had sent me mangling into fortified walls
Groveling to thaw into the pallid inflection, 
Squirming from the scraping inside the chambers
That putrefies the veneer to haplessly reveal
The unwritten words ..."></div>
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