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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476541" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Demonic Spirit Among The Numb</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Demonic spirit among the numb, <br>you here with me again, fire, familiar, <br>looking for someone among the dead as I am, <br>blue cyanotic corpse, skull-harp, anyone <br>who might remember you from years ago<br>when glass was an ice-age and you wept <br>like honey in a blast furnace of killer bees? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Redemption or genius? We both agreed. <br>No one was waiting for us on the other side <br>with gates and doors, weathervanes and smiles <br>for the creatures we always wanted to become.<br>One real tear would have been enough, <br>but nothing, nihil, nada, nix, <br>for all those unforgettable moments in hell, <br>isolation in an abandoned prison<br>when I was a lighthouse with a shattered eye <br>and you had no interest in a cell <br>that wasn't interested in keeping anyone in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Guards gone. Angels with flaming swords. <br>The place was useless. The air agony. <br>Space twisted into a gravitational eye <br>that insisted on seeing what it wanted to, <br>the light imploding back into itself like a heretic <br>of flowers and stars, trying to get <br>a good look at us, homeless mutations <br>chained to the same chromosome for life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No shepherd moons for us, casting shadows <br>like dice on conventional equators<br>that didn't have the chaos to be a star <br>and shine by itself alone, take a blue-eyed risk, <br>white phosphorus, get out of itself somehow, <br>all those long languishing radio waves <br>and take a peek through the eye of its own <br>three hundred year old methane hurricane, <br>instead of painting carnelian on your forehead <br>starmud and ashes from the inexhaustible urns<br>of all those dragons that let the sun down <br>by offering a library of matchbooks <br>for elucidation and companionship<br>and more ghosts than you can throw beans at <br>to keep them away like a hailstorm of asteroids<br>shrieking like atmospheres in a burning morgue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For years I expected you to turn on me<br>like the flipside of a teaching sword <br>with the stamina of a forge, and an edge<br>so clear it would have been inhuman to blunt it<br>with the mirages of the lies of mercy that spare no one<br>crossing this desert like a caravan of waterclocks<br>and I offered you my throat willingly and said<br>let's do it in the name of nothing, or, better yet, <br>let's dedicate it like a direction for those <br>who'll come after us as lost as they are alone. <br>I'll be the exiled vagantes at the diamond crossroads <br>and you be the milestone in the middle of nowhere<br>that evaporated upon impact like the last of your species.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, and I breathed you in like a nuclear winter <br>and ever since we've been indistinguishable <br>in the way we've climbed our burning ladders <br>of evolution up out of these august heights of a black hole, <br>totally siderealized by black matter breaking into light <br>backstage where nothing but the business of the world <br>goes on late into the night. One broken heart <br>after another accusing the finest passion <br>they've ever known in their life of amorous treachery<br>as if they were the latest recruit in the fraud squad <br>so they didn't have to be the victims of the truth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At least we can look at things like an hourglass <br>that didn't quite make it as a telescope <br>and tell a harmless mirage from a lethal dose of stars.<br>I can even take pity on you sometimes <br>when you're off in your own space like a mirror<br>trying to picture something of your own <br>that isn't a reflection of me on the dark side <br>of my own eyelids trying to bloom in Braille. <br>Suicide to sacrifice. It's a hell of a leap of faith, <br>and there was no asylum in the abyss to catch you <br>when you fell from paradise to Pandemonium <br>and not a single siren went off, and the parachute candled, <br>and you looked more like a daylily at dusk <br>than you did a comet that was trying to tell me something. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The messenger got a message. But there was no one<br>to tell it to. And everything's been clear ever since. <br>We can look at the willows down by the lake<br>and say, o, yes, beautiful, blithe adolescents <br>lingering in their sorrows like the eyes of young gazelles. <br>And I can run my tongue along <br>the first crescent of the envelope of the moon<br>to blood that sword in sacred syllables of the east<br>with the power of heart-stopping cobras <br>in the medicine bags of their fangs<br>and have everybody ask for an encore <br>like an unpredictable eclipse at the back <br>of everyone's star-struck eyes <br>through the buffer of a tinted lens darkly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indeed, is it not absurdly marvellous in our eyes <br>that we exist as we do like the longing <br>of someone who died light years ago, <br>fire in its own smoke, a poppy in its red cloak, <br>a star that ate its own ashes, time <br>with its tail in its mouth about to <br>swallow itself whole as if it had two heads, <br>though a single dream were pillow enough for both.<br>Not two. And the koan is broken. <br>And you can hear the applause of a single hand <br>startled into believing we neither know nor don't know<br>what we do and we don't understand.</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 here with me again, fire, familiar, 
looking for someone among the dead as I am, 
blue cyanotic corpse, skull-harp, anyone 
who might remember you from years ago
when glass was an ice-age and you wept 
like hone..."></div>
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