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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I'm A Savage Mystic With Chamelonic Passions</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm a savage mystic with chameleonic passions.<br>Serpent fire with meteoritic nano-diamonds for eyes. <br>The black slash of the wounded crescent of the new moon<br>bleeding to death like a thorn among the willows<br>who grieve for me like Arab women under their veils. <br>I'm a house of ill-repute on the outskirts of the zodiac <br>and under my eaves and eyelashes I can hear <br>the storm cloud pigeons cooing like shepherd moons.<br>I'm dark ore with a star in it, a star <br>giving birth to dark ore where I mine the eclipses<br>that pour out of me like igneous swords and snakes<br>I temper in the dead seas of my mystic watersheds<br>hissing in the cool bliss of a cosmic riverbed<br>waiting for the next flashflood of insight <br>just to hear the frogs singing again among the wild irises<br>who come with blades of their own as sharp as mine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this could be the slipppery slope to solipsism, <br>subjective idealism, rabid Narcissusism, <br>Vishnabandu's eighth century Mind-only<br>non-conception of inconceivable enlightenment <br>being everything all at once the moment being <br>ceases to exist chasing its own tail around the mulberry bush, <br>I'm never all that sure myself, but for the moment, <br>I'm swimming through stars like flying fish, <br>I'm drying the painted tear on the face of a clown. <br>I'm trying to put a smile on my deathmask. <br>I'm listening to Mayan calendars and crystal skulls<br>in the gloomy backrooms of human sacrifice<br>weeping like chandeliers of prophetic lightning <br>shattering my peace of mind like black mirrors of insight <br>thrown down at my feet like the ten commandments <br>brought up from the valley of death like imported brides <br>to marry those brought down from the mountain.<br> <br>And all I can say, is, aw, come on now, give me a break, <br>I can remember when you guys used to feed <br>your Pythian pythons sweetcakes after every oracle.<br>What have you got them on now, Qualuds? <br>And even if the world does end<br>when the sun rises in the west at midnight<br>and no birds sing in the eucalyptus trees of Israel <br>where bull-dozed Arab villages used to stand, <br>and the shepherds of the black camel <br>build tall buildings in the desert in the Kuwaiti desert <br>where the black camel is obviously oil, <br>and the last man in the world is Chinese <br>and grovels in the dust at his sister's feet, <br>and the Nazca lines turn out to be a starmap<br>to the place where extraterrestrials used to stage<br>the discus throw for flying saucers <br>when they put on the Olympics once every four light years; <br>right now while I have a rare chance to, <br>I'd rather sword dance with enlightened fireflies<br>to the hillbilly fiddles of the summer crickets<br>against your gathering storm on the hillside<br>on the thresholds of life and insight<br>than goose-step to your martial requiem <br>on the event horizon of a black hole.<br>And who knows, if you go a little deeper <br>into the dark with all three of your eyes open <br>you might find a dragon like me <br>full of serpent fire with the alpha and omega <br>of crescent moons for fangs and claws, <br>one of which kills you, and the other cures, <br>spiritual antidotes to toxic cosmic glands, <br>this remedy in the heart of the disease, <br>this herb of the moon on the tongue of a snake, <br>this Eden I've flown into off course today, <br>not a cinder, but a nightbird in the eye <br>of the hurricane rose of Armageddon, <br>where the nations meet on the plains of Jazreel<br>to dance themselves to death in a moshpit <br>at a rave of wavelengths out to save the world.</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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Serpent fire with meteoritic nano-diamonds for eyes. 
The black slash of the wounded crescent of the new moon
bleeding to death like a thorn among the willows
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