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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476515" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Burning World, Take Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burning world, take me, fold me in your flaming arms<br>	and let me disappear into the unforgiving night. <br>		Among these blind, here, in their black eggs, <br>eyeless birds who nest in their own ignorance, <br>	I am the leper of light they drive out<br>		with the stone of the moon, the wolf<br>with the mystic wound that will not heal until the last star<br>	is born of the bleeding. Return me to the cold, brutal beauty<br>		of your mineral wilderness, my bones on Venus<br>and my skull an abandoned planet circling the sun at midnight. <br>	Let my eyes be the last of my tears to fall<br>		and my blood be strewn like a gypsy scarf across the darkness.<br>Erase all trace of me as you do the path of the water-stars<br>	who walk here among the dead like spirits from another world<br>		intrigued by our passing. Pygmies in a circus, <br>cannibals and emperors all, leaping from thought to thought<br>	rock to rock in the lifestream<br>		to the applause of future funerals, o let them fade<br>like the idiot savants of last night’s dream, meaning nothing<br>	but what they meant to themselves, <br>		trying to jump their own distorted shadows.<br>What difference between the venom of the bee and its luminous honey<br>	to these whose flaring in the vastness<br>		was the kingdom of a match? At most <br>lightning on a water droplet shaken from a blade of grass.<br>	Did they think the great fires of being flowed like blood<br>		around their carbon hearts? Sweet world, <br>bestow your flowerless garden upon me and let me forget<br>	the holy wars of their tiny gods against my solitude. <br>		Didn’t they see, so full of themselves, <br>there was never any room in their arks and shrines and coffins<br>	moored like lifeboats to the rotting dock<br>		they built like a bridge to nowhere? <br>I never meant to be unkind or rise from the depths<br>	in waves of light and blood that wiped them out<br>		like the mythical monster of a shore-bound sailor<br>too far out deep down to be confirmed by their disbelief<br>	or worse, their shallow faith. Leave them, undisturbed<br>		to the shadows of things they trade in <br>like spiritual money. I wish them no worse, no better<br>	than who they think they are, little prophets<br>		inveighing against the purity of my absence. <br>The dark mirror is better, brighter, more abundant<br>	than the poverty of their trembling reflections, <br>		mere nothingness more tender than their lies.</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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