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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Red Book</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The way of what is to come are the dreams of a man made mad by some<br>Things rambling's converge on one point that's spread across time <br>And through space in the face of a race that never tires the mind <br>Your business of demons surrounding the fortress, pitching their <br>forks <br>Ringing in chorus<br>As one great big howling moon armored to the teeth<br>Talking to no one where no words can speak<br>The truth buried beneath the conscious mask worn by the shadow willing to bask<br>In vast flasks concentrated with sunlight <br>But<br>Graciously bows out <br>Then gouges its eyes out<br>To watch itself sleep tight in the dark wake of the night<br>During firefights between shattered thoughts scattered thoughtlessly with banality <br>Midway beyond the mayhem of a blood-soaked mentality <br>Where screaming monsters are routinely ignored by the maniacs of reality<br>And each of its variations<br>Softly serenading<br>All of the bats in the belfry until they fly out and start separating<br>The shredded pieces and burned edges <br>Torn from the pages of the red book<br>Into a collection of jumbled puzzles that jigsaws happy endings<br>Then strings them up on a dead hook<br>While coaxing reapers down off the ledges<br>With crooked pledges of shining driving wedges <br>And playing golf in a strait jacket, swinging wildly<br>Aiming directly for the hedges, <br>Whispering 'four' on an empty course and watching the ball bouncing off the walls<br>Over the hill under midnight falls<br>At the end of the book, the sessions, and phone calls<br>They're not as crazy as anyone alleges</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=P.R.+Prosper">P.R. Prosper</a><div class=q>
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