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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476640" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Left Your Image Of Me Shining</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I left your image of me shining <br>just where you wanted it <br>in that glass menagerie <br>of broken mirrors <br>you've hung from the ceilings<br>like chandeliers <br>like constellations of frozen tears<br>in the thirteenth house <br>of the misbegotten<br>on the wrong side of the tracks<br>off the beaten paths of the zodiacs <br>that sometimes like to go slumming down here<br>when the sun shines at midnight<br>and the moon's out of town. <br>I left the light on <br>but that star is long gone<br>past these extremities of shining<br>into the abyss of an unforeseeable future<br>that disappears into its own illumination <br>like an eye into its own seeing<br>or a bad likeness of God <br>into a human being. <br>I leave you handcuffed to the dead <br>like the Standard Model of the Universe <br>that lost it all <br>like the physics of the Mad Hatter <br>to the singularity at the bottom of a blackhole.<br>I would have met you half way like anti-matter.<br>I would have found a way <br>to bend that negative space<br>that so often distorts your face <br>into a more comely illusion of time<br>that isn't stitched together so clumsily <br>like some patchwork bride of Frankenstein<br>taking it out on the mirrors<br>that keep dodging your reflection<br>by turning their eyes to the wall<br>everytime you insist <br>you're the most beautiful of all.<br>So be it. <br>You are. <br>Good-bye. <br>You're trying to impose <br>a habitable order on the universe<br>like the cube of the sphere of life <br>that would allow you to get by<br>like Tolstoy <br>who built a shoemaker's hovel<br>in the middle of his aristocratic palace<br>to improve the commonality of his inferiors.<br>You're like the Taj Mahal looking for a room to rent. <br>You're a shore-hugger trying to teach <br>a jumper how to fall toward paradise<br>without a parachute.<br>And if I ignore your raging advice <br>as I do now and have done<br>it's only because I play Russian roulette <br>with the lightning <br>and you come to the table with a cap-gun. <br>And I'm wholly at home <br>even immortally alone <br>in this compatible chaos <br>that improvises my life<br>sometimes as a dirty joke <br>I go along with for a lark<br>and other times <br>raises me up above <br>the web of my furthest horizons <br>like a spider that's transcended clinging to anything<br>and dancing in my radiance<br>like a star that isn't afraid of the dark.<br>Listen to me, woman.<br>I'm singing.</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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just where you wanted it 
in that glass menagerie 
of broken mirrors 
you've hung from the ceilings
like chandeliers 
like constellations of frozen tears
in the thirteenth house 
of the misbegotten
on the wrong sid..."></div>
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