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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476530" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cosmologist With Tweezers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Palace after palace of blood I feed my idiot heart <br>	to the fish and the cannibal stars<br>		from a barge of funeral swans sullen as books. <br>I told myself not to look for this death when I dropped it<br>	the day I was born, to leave it lie in the violent grass, <br>		a key to a door that doesn’t exist yet, <br>an insect crushed between the pages of the sky<br>	that reads like the failing eyes of an ancient astronomer <br>		compiling an expanded preface <br>to an encyclopedic suicide note. O I can say anything<br>	when the mirror is having an affair <br>		with the moon’s oceanic face. <br>I can put lipstick on the corpse of a rose <br>	and die for the whole cemetery like a callous messiah <br>		sick of being resurrected at the take-out window. <br>My love forsaken, a beggar reaching into a serpent’s nest <br>	for an egg that longs to be turned <br>		like the handle to a door <br>that might be a way out, I consult <br>	the crazy wisdom of the crows, <br>		and a sage of the black night <br>to find my way back to a grave <br>	that has not forgotten the taste of the dream<br>		that was blood and wine and light. <br>This is a shabby afterlife, an unworthy war of mistakes, <br>	where the orchids are raped on their wedding nights <br>		and a peace treaty is chalk on the sidewalk <br>around a murdered mailman. <br>	It would be a lie to say I wasn’t wounded, <br>		it would be a falsehood to say I was. <br>This pain is the blundering apprentice of a mystic knife.<br>	This agony is stupid and futile and vain, this sorrow <br>		a brothel of homesick nuns. <br>I give my tears the address <br>	of a man I know in Boston, a bibliophile <br>		who might take them in as a first edition <br>of a bride who was published posthumously.<br>	I give my heart like a fire-alarm to two women <br>		waiting by the bus. <br>My skull begs for campaign funds <br>	to run as an alternative planet<br>		to the one I’m walking on, <br>but the terrorist behind the door <br>	with his redressals and reforms, his ancient future <br>		strapped to his waist like a broken promise <br>has already ruined my vote<br>	by killing off the candidate.<br>		I confess to a puppet government<br>with the decrescent sickle of the moon at my jugular vein <br>	that I have always been, even in eclipse, <br>		an avid fan of significant absurdities.<br>They accuse me of consorting with swans <br>	and I give up smoking <br>		in front of a firing squad. <br>The sun comes up like an afterthought, an iron rose<br>	or a bullet hole through the troubled forehead of dawn.<br>		Is there no end to the wonders of God? <br>cries a highschool prophet on a diving board<br>	while his seeing-eye dog runs off <br>		with a shoeful of massacred dice.<br>And this is the meaning of life, <br>	and this is the meaning of life, <br>		chants the scorned heart <br>pulling stitches out of a scar, <br>	a cosmologist with tweezers <br>		who bleeds to death<br>every time he opens his mouth to heal.</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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	to the fish and the cannibal stars
		from a barge of funeral swans sullen as books. 
I told myself not to look for this death when I dropped it
	the day I was born, to leave it lie in the violen..."></div>
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