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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476566" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Every Path</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every path is as wide with compassion <br>as the planet that you're walking on <br>so there's really never any danger of falling off. <br>I didn't lie <br>and you didn't tell the truth: <br>two sins of omission <br>trying to fit lenses to clarity<br>like fashionable eyewear. <br>It's what people do <br>when they don't want to see too much. <br>And I'm sure you've recreated me in your own image long since <br>I discovered good-bye was older than eternity<br>and more absolute than space. <br>I remember you asking me once <br>after we'd finished making love in the red tide <br>as the breakers dashed their galaxies against the rocks<br>and we both sprawled there naked dripping with stars<br>what I thought a human was and I replied <br>an interpretation with a face. <br>And you asked why we were here<br>and I said to listen to the sea beside someone like you. <br>And later as we were walking back to the fire <br>you looked back at our footprints glowing in the sand <br>like tiny island universes following us <br>like dance-steps painted on the shore<br>and pulling yourself in tight against my arm <br>you whispered I think we're the music they're dancing to. <br>And ever since I've cherished <br>an ancient silence deep within me <br>whenever I've looked at the stars and thought of you. <br>I've burned a lot of bridges <br>since that night of doors <br>with thresholds that couldn't be crossed<br>and windows that turned their backs <br>on what they couldn't see through.<br>I should have thought by now <br>I might have forgotten you <br>but you're always the stranger <br>who shows up at the gate of the abyss <br>just as I'm about to enter <br>and throwing me a blindfolded kiss <br>says Here. Interpret this. <br>As if it were some kind of koan<br>you wanted me to break like a fortune-cookie<br>or Etruscan linear B<br>or the water of a womb that's letting go<br>like the dark night sea that still surrounds us <br>as if all these eras of time<br>that have driven past us like stars <br>driving past roadkill <br>on the ghost road of the Milky Way <br>could be clocked <br>by the heartbeat of an embryo <br>born posthumously in the past without a future.<br>And sometimes it comes to me <br>like a glass eye rounded by the waves of its eyelid<br>washing up at my feet like a well-spoken memory<br>that lost its edge to the bluntness of time<br>there's nothing natural about human nature<br>because there's nothing supernatural about the divine.</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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so there's really never any danger of falling off. 
I didn't lie 
and you didn't tell the truth: 
two sins of omission 
trying to fit lenses to clarity
like fashionable e..."></div>
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