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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476577" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Firefly, What Are You Looking For?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Firefly, what are you looking for <br>in every corner of the third eye of the world? <br>Are you looking for the missing children <br>of another realm who fell into this one <br>through the trapdoor of a lullaby <br>enigmatically enciphered in totemistic code? <br>Are you the star someone was following <br>like a spark plug that leaked out of their dreams, <br>a swan in an oilspill? Were you unhappy <br>with the constellation you fell from <br>like one of the crown jewels from Corona Borealis, <br>or are you just a vagrant like me, one <br>of those aligned to wandering as the next place<br>to shine a little light on, your life like a lantern in hand, <br>wondering what's been written under the leaves, <br>or under a bridge, that it takes a madman to understand <br>or it takes a whole tree to play the mystery of its cards <br>so far from its chest, when they'll all be scattered to the wind <br>like ancient starmaps and waterlilies soon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Insight, synteretic spark, semaphoric lighthouse, <br>blackout and ignition, which phase of you <br>shines more intensely, the light or the dark? <br>Do you just have the one good eye, or two? <br>It would take someone just as lost at sea in their awareness<br>to get their bearings from you, as it would <br>to consult the compass of a flower like a waterclock <br>because time, when it's free, like light, <br>expands in all directions at once like tree rings <br>dilating the apples of their eyes in the rain, <br>surrounding the lore of their heartwood with growing pains. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Metaphor, glow worm, do you find what you seek, <br>are you a chandelier burning in the palace <br>of a mason jar after the last waltz has packed away its cellos, <br>a tear of the sun that shines at midnight <br>like a canary in an underground diamond mine<br>or do we share the same mind, one neuron in the net <br>reflecting the other, an effect of the optics of thought? <br>Intimate familiar, little prophet, rogue planet, <br>singularity at the bottom of a black hole, <br>are you looking at me, as I am you <br>like a thought on the outside, an underwater welder <br>trying to heal the damage done to the hull of the moon <br>crossing the Great Barrier Reef of the brain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wavelengths of water and light sway the river reeds, <br>silver the fallen limbs of the statuesque birch <br>that leaned out too far over the edge of the lake<br>to pluck the moon from the sky like an apricot.<br>I watch the cults and spiritual congregations of the fireflies <br>gather, shape and dissolve, each with its own flight path, <br>and I wonder if there's a shape-shifting constellation <br>that would cover us all under the roof of the same sign <br>like a zodiac of homeless exiles we all had the keys to<br>but didn't know where the locks were hidden<br>until we took off our starmaps like blindfolds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No extinctions in the gentle meteor showers <br>of the fireflies, nor any discernible radiant, <br>for them or me or the universe, given <br>everyone embodies the whole of the Big Bang <br>in and of themselves, just as the New England asters do, <br>everyone shining for all their worth <br>through the translucency of their own space, <br>even when they're trying to hide from their own eyes, <br>like daylilies at night, or the gold of full moons <br>under eyelids of ore, under the overturned lifeboats <br>of their beached hope chests that have nothing <br>to look forward to anymore that isn't any further away <br>than the telescope they use on top of a cold mountain<br>to measure the wingspan of their dreams.<br> <br>The light will out as if it couldn't keep itself a secret <br>from the darkness it illuminates with its own flowering.</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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in every corner of the third eye of the world? 
Are you looking for the missing children 
of another realm who fell into this one 
through the trapdoor of a lullaby 
enigmatically enciphered in totemistic code? 
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