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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476679" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If The Night Were To Remember Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If the night were to remember me <br>among all these shadows of lucidity, <br>for the firefly I burned to become, <br>for the corpse of the candle I am, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the scars on the window I swear<br>By these constellations on my arm<br>I'm still learning to wear<br>as if I deserved them, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I always kept faith with the wonder; <br>even if I took the river<br>and left the road I was on <br>to go the rest of the way alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if it were better off without me<br>and fire on the water in fall <br>enraptured by the mystery <br>I was nothing at all </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but the shadows of objects in a mirror<br>that taught me how to disappear, <br>a phoenix among the waterbirds, <br>a breathless secret in a gust of words.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even the diamonds grow old.<br>And the light that shines through them. <br>And the eye that stares and beholds <br>the message that answers the medium </div><div style="margin:10px 0">like the future ghost of tomorrow<br>of why joy thrives on sorrow <br>and our deathmasks hide our happiness <br>where we'd never think to guess </div><div style="margin:10px 0">here arrayed before us <br>this unseen paradise <br>everywhere just as it is <br>in all its wretched blessedness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've looked for grace in the curse.<br>I've eaten the afterbirth of the worst<br>Taken sanctuary in the shadows<br>of abandoned embassy windows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">keeping an eye on me in the dark.<br>Smothered in the ghost dust of stars<br>trying to make a fresh start <br>I've exchanged old wounds for new scars </div><div style="margin:10px 0">just to blow on the fire a bit <br>to gratify the heretic<br>his penchant for martyrdom <br>and mine for creative delirium.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ask me why and I'd say <br>that was my nature back then.<br>I didn't know any other way<br>to avoid being Zen about Zen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I don't give a damn. <br>A true human is not human. <br>Better to avoid both<br>as pirated copies of the same truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let go, give up, bye bye, <br>or cling to the dream in the doorway, <br>and nothing is purged or clarified.<br>Words are born with nothing to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Insight doesn't condition chaos. <br>Seeking a way out of the cosmos <br>is just another way of finding <br>a new way to stay that's binding.</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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among all these shadows of lucidity, 
for the firefly I burned to become, 
for the corpse of the candle I am, 

By the scars on the window I swear
By these constellations on my arm
I'm still learning to wear
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