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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476443" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Fluctuation In The Cosmic Void</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fluctuation in the cosmic void, <br>	a wink of atoms, <br>		a fallen eyelash of light, <br>the seeing of a lifetime<br>	nothing but candle vapour, <br>		ghost-water on the moon, <br>the exhalation of a vagrant star <br>	looking for its lost constellation <br>		like a berry or a gem <br>that had wandered off road <br>	from the vine of a crown. <br>		The eye that regards all <br>as it rises like a blue mystic sun <br>	over the morning eyelids <br>		of the remote hills <br>waking up in the arms of their shadows<br>	demands exposure of the sky, <br>		a clarity pure enough for stars<br>as it turns the day over <br>	like the palm of a hand <br>		to reveal how our lifestreams <br>join and break <br>	at the junction of sacred rivers. <br>		And the vision, <br>the illusion of the way I see life, <br>	the romantic intoning <br>		into the bell of the abyss <br>for a hopeless beauty that died like a bird, <br>	the lostness and the loneliness, <br>		the unknown sorrow <br>that seems to bleed out of the air <br>	like a black rose born to grieve <br>		for the separations of long ago, <br>and the child in the brutal fire <br>	that pleads at a window <br>		weeping in the heat<br>for rescue from an afterlife without salvation, <br>	all that the heart features <br>		in the deepest silence of the night, <br>nothing but the auroral trash <br>	of an over ionized mind<br>		trying to touch its own burns tenderly. <br>Until I became the knowing <br>	even my own ignorance <br>		didn't recognize me. <br>Until I vastly improved <br>	the integrity of my lies, <br>		every mirror I looked into <br>like a woman's eyes<br>	was corrupt, <br>		the prelude to a death certificate <br>in lipstick, a thorn of honey<br>	that dripped like the fangs of the moon <br>		with mysterious toxins and elixirs<br>that could scald and bleach the heart <br>	or restore it with the kiss of a silver herb <br>		grown in the garden of a cool eclipse.<br>My bitterness and fear <br>	have made me less susceptible <br>		to the empty boats that arrive <br>to take me on like some kind of foreign export, <br>	a cargo of ashes and stars, <br>		the bodybags <br>of the casualties and refugees <br>	that perished in an unknown holy war of one <br>		that I can't stop waging <br>against a universe that won't let me in, <br>	but my solitude <br>		could defeat me with a feather, <br>could shock the fool I am to hide <br>	with the shadow of a wing <br>		breaking the spell of this birdless sky <br>that seems to go on forever beyond the wind<br>	like a caravan of rain <br>that's outwalked the longest known road <br>into a wilderness<br>of rootless trees in big city back alleys.<br>	When the rose <br>has been stripped down to its claws and horns, <br>	how few have the eyes <br>		to keep yearning? <br>Let me drown in tears of fire, <br>	in wells of thoughtful quicksand, <br>		rack me on the iron in my blood <br>and stub my cherished stars out <br>	like angry pincers applied to my feet <br>		like a firewalk through a snakepit<br>and I will confess to nothing <br>	but an earnest ignorance, <br>		I will not betray the abyss <br>where I buried myself like nuclear waste. <br>	I will remain true <br>		to the merciless emptiness <br>I uttered to myself like a vow <br>	I didn't know if I could keep <br>		four decades ago. <br>Now I lay my head down to dream <br>	on a stone pillow full of stars <br>		that shine like rare metals in the night, <br>and when I wake <br>	I seem to know less <br>		about everything it took me a lifetime to master <br>than when I first <br>	abandoned my eyes <br>		like oceans on the moon to see<br>inconceivably, what has become of me in my absence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+White">Patrick White</a><div class=q>
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	a wink of atoms, 
		a fallen eyelash of light, 
the seeing of a lifetime
	nothing but candle vapour, 
		ghost-water on the moon, 
the exhalation of a vagrant star 
	looking for its lost constellation 
		like a b..."></div>
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