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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476522" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cinder In The Sun's Eye</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cinder in the sun's eye, there's fire in your tears. <br>You plunge into the light like a moth on a mission <br>and it's the sun that disappears to shine at midnight<br>in the black mirrors of your eyes. Dark light, intense, <br>starling, charred swan, you know as well as I do, <br>the occult approach to the optimism of an eclipse<br>is to act radically in the name of things you can <br>only unattainably conceive of. Love on your wrist <br>like a hawk whose wing you healed, dwelling <br>in your homelessness without a fear of eviction. <br>No truth in the mouth of the snake that's pulled <br>the fangs of its conviction out of the sky <br>like crescent moons, pins from the eye <br>of a voodoo doll you've nursed for light years <br>on the nightshift of a morgue that's aroused by death. <br>Milk of your left breast kills. The other practices compassion.<br>Whole snakepits in the shrines of the wavelengths <br>mourning the death of Medusa, as if snakes too <br>had something to mourn that makes them shine within you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten thousand photos from an orbiting satellite <br>with X ray vision and a spectrographic trajectory <br>couldn't improve upon the license of your beauty <br>like a black pearl at the magmatic core of planet <br>trying to make herself as habitable as she can to visitors. <br>And for those who aren't used to your kind of light, <br>you hand out sun-visors and starmaps<br>and black candles to show them the way home<br>through the same old doorway they came in by.<br>You're an ambassadorial firefly from the third eye <br>of dark matter where the roots of the light are embedded<br>and you've got a message for the blossom <br>that looks like a love letter. The moon <br>budding on a dead branch like a crack in the door<br>you left ajar like an orchard in waiting on a cold spring night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And who but you could stand eye to eye with the bravery <br>you practise like a World War II canary<br>in an underground armaments factory that isn't bomb proof? <br>There's nothing yellow about the skin of your ammunition. <br>You confront cosmic dangers in the intimate details. <br>You ignite and defuse the supernovas and black holes<br>that endanger the lives of those who follow you like a cult <br>and though you like their company, you'd much rather be <br>maculately alone with someone who can see for themselves<br>that those who were driven out, exiled <br>into the emptiness of the unknown extremes of the mind<br>often return with their hands full of the strangest gifts<br>that time and distance have ever offered anyone <br>to prove how off course the shore-huggers are <br>in assessing the course of a life as far out <br>and comprehensive as the sea. Deeper than stars.<br>Emotionally more expansive than the immensity <br>of any shining that can be palmed off cheaply <br>in the pawn shops of the retinal tidal pools clutching <br>to the relics and icons of disembodied crab claws. <br>You don't live like the collateral damage of the sun <br>and the sea. You don't ask amputees to show you <br>a way out of the labyrinth by the light of spent candles. <br>Cinder in the sun's eye, there's fire in your tears. <br>A luminosity that flows unceasingly <br>from the watersheds of broken mirrors. <br>You just have to cry. And dragons as immutable <br>as diamond cutters take up flower arranging <br>in a Zen teahouse enlightened by the rain.</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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You plunge into the light like a moth on a mission 
and it's the sun that disappears to shine at midnight
in the black mirrors of your eyes. Dark light, intense, 
starling, charred swan, you kn..."></div>
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