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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476669" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Would Speak To You In My Night Voice</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would speak to you in my night voice <br>if you were still here. If you were even as near <br>as the stars commingled in my breath, <br>I'd thaw my secret zodiac of crystal skulls<br>and let my mindstream run wild at your feet<br>like a flashflood waking the dry creekbed up <br>from its long dream of making the desert bloom<br>with real flowers in a mirage of metaphors. <br>I would ignite the pilot lights of a thousand stars <br>to blaze in an honour guard of mythic starmaps<br>waiting for you to bless their colours, <br>because wonder's never been known to start a war<br>with a world it's amazed by in every mesmerizing detail<br>without annihilating itself first, bursting <br>its own bubble in an efflorescent multiverse. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm a surrealistic mystic to give it a funny name, <br>and you've seen my hidden housewells, sacred pools<br>receiving the moonlight on the water like the blades <br>of ceremonial swords that tasted my blood first<br>like a rose bleeds on its own thorns, now let me <br>show you my watersheds, the fathomless voids <br>of dark abundance and bright vacancy <br>where my eyes swim like the Circlet Of The Western Fish <br>that never swim out of themselves<br>or the oceanic awareness they're luminously <br>immersed in up to their gills in the clear light <br>of the emptiness shining back at them like a distant mind. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under the icy eyelids of methane seas on shepherd moons <br>I can feel life stirring like the muse of itself <br>and though it's too early in evolution to see yet <br>I've jumped ahead of myself like the light of the Pleiades <br>and gathered up a herd of wild telescopes <br>grazing on the stars like big-eyed, thin-legged antelopes<br>waiting for you to make an appearance on opening night<br>and watch how they'd dance and leap for you <br>like grasshoppers in the Bolshoi Ballet<br>who didn't give a damn that autumn was on its way <br>to throw cold water on the fire because in this universe <br>imagination is the physics of the place, and the ants <br>might busy themselves gathering butterfly wings <br>like the covers of slender chapbooks of poetry, <br>but I'm drunk on these lyrical elixirs of the mind<br>that I take as a sign that you are near in the night <br>and who has to worry about snow, <br>when they can live in your light on an occult planet<br>where myriad seasons can pass in a moment of spontaneity<br>and the fruits of life invariably fall toward the sky? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are we both not rooted in the ancient fires overhead? <br>Nervous systems of black matter, scaffolding the mind <br>climbs up to paint the origin of worlds before their grand openings, <br>dark palettes of our third eye, skeletons of pictographic bones <br>beneath these scriptures of flesh we can read with our fingertips<br>like holy books and X rays written in the boustrophic signs <br>of the last time we ploughed the dark side of the moon together<br>and filled the siloes of the stars with galaxies <br>that spun like Tibetan prayerwheels, or Moroccan Sufis<br>or dust devils at the heels of winged messengers <br>conducting us like the flightfeathers of the dark arcana <br>we can read in each others eyes like loveletters <br>written in the cursive dream grammar the heart sings to itself in<br>when it's a lonely nightbird, and you're there like the stars.</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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if you were still here. If you were even as near 
as the stars commingled in my breath, 
I'd thaw my secret zodiac of crystal skulls
and let my mindstream run wild at your feet
like a flashflood waking the d..."></div>
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