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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gnats In The Sunset</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gnats in the sunset, <br>	drunk on the light, <br>		women like comets and vapour trails everywhere <br>flaring across a skullful of sky<br>	like the omens of a toppled throne, <br>		like the inspired slashes of a mad painter, <br>the deathbed confessions of an expired mirror, <br>	but no planet with the blue rose <br>		of a sustainable atmosphere in sight, <br>nothing worth naming, no heart <br>	that isn't the black hole of an eclipsed pearl <br>		mired in stars like quicksand.<br>So many the gate to a garden they'll never enter.<br>	So many waiting for the mountain <br>to circle the burning cloud, so many <br>choking to death on their half of the wishbone<br>	that got caught in their throats like a harp<br>		they once tore apart <br>like the crescents of the moon<br>	going off like mutually aimed triggers. <br>		This one smiles like a birdnet <br>hunting swans on the moon, <br>	and this one bruised her lily into a brass trumpet <br>		to announce the doom <br>of the last days of her Vesuvian lover, <br>	and there are glass shadows of women <br>		splintering everywhere like the uncandled chandeliers <br>of a black ice storm, and women with eyes <br>	like sad olives trying to root in Antarctica, <br>		and scorpions tattooing their own hearts <br>with hate literature <br>	and lethal mushrooms, angels of death <br>		who suddenly come up in the night <br>and tempt you to page like oxygen <br>	through the first draft of their gills, <br>		idling like the thresholds of an hallucinogenic sea, <br>for you to slip into an abyss of agony and longing<br>like the lost voice of a radioactive love-letter<br> in a readdressed envelope.<br>Better to be an empty boat <br>	unmoored like a ghost from the moon <br>		than snag your blood <br>on the thorn of the weeping nightrose <br>	 shedding like eyelids and forbidden keys<br>		in the secret doorways of her open wound.<br>You'll end up trying <br>	to paste your life together <br>		in an abandoned embassy<br>that's lost its diplomatic immunity <br>	from the petals of the infinite sentence<br>		in the bridal orchard <br>denuded like a blizzard in a wastebasket<br>	shadowing the moon penumbrally <br>		as she puts you through her phases<br>like a sky encoded with stars in a paper-shredder.</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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	drunk on the light, 
		women like comets and vapour trails everywhere 
flaring across a skullful of sky
	like the omens of a toppled throne, 
		like the inspired slashes of a mad painter, 
the deathbed confessions of an expi..."></div>
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