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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476647" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Move Through The Shadows That Have Their Flowering Too</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I move through the shadows that have their flowering too. <br>I see you blooming through the pale <br>of the trunks of the black walnuts <br>like a fire you've been sitting around a long time, <br>wondering if you're a habitable planet <br>or a belt of asteroids that hang like skulls from your waist, <br>orbiting around a middle-aged avuncular sun <br>as affable as a porch light welcoming you to the abyss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You don't always need a beginning to get something done<br>or a sunset to remind you it's getting late. <br>I can hear your sorrows like waterbirds <br>down by the lake where the raccoons drowned the coydog<br>by luring it out of its depths. Dead Dog's Dream Self.<br>The titles of old poems invariably return<br>like roads that have picked up their own scent<br>and follow it like fog and smoke and a seance of stars <br>high in a darkened lighthouse full of lament. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to see you jump your own fire like a witch <br>dressed in nothing but your best tattoos. <br>I want to see the savage in you come out <br>like a rare lynx at noon when your shadows <br>are withdrawn like claws that could make the light bleed.<br>I don't want to be sacrificed to anything anymore. <br>I don't want to relate to someone's heart through an embassy. <br>I just want to lie down with you in the eerie blue grass <br>like an astronomer with the universe in his arms <br>and be totally ignored by cosmic events <br>as I take your earlobes in my teeth like oysters and pearls. <br>Black. Because you're a new moon. Hard <br>because so many dawns have been darker than the night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or we could get hilariously drunk on black pearl wine <br>pressed from the finest wild grape vines<br>without throwing them before the swine to trample them. <br>And you could ask me in the homeless silence <br>we both belong to like sketchy tenants, how <br>it came about I creatively visualized you <br>in the caldron of my heart over a fire that never goes out. <br>And all I'd be able to say you'd already know for yourself.</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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I see you blooming through the pale 
of the trunks of the black walnuts 
like a fire you've been sitting around a long time, 
wondering if you're a habitable planet 
or a belt of asteroids..."></div>
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