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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476721" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I've Gone Somewhere</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've gone somewhere <br>	wherever this is, <br>		and I don't know how <br>the roads I knotted to mark the way back <br>	came undone<br>		like a bagful of snakes, <br>like lightning in a cloud, <br>	ribbons of fire <br>		leaping like wolves <br>from ripples of wood, <br>	all the targets <br>		stumps of charcoal <br>in the ashes of the arrows. <br>	I can breathe the whole universe in<br>		with a single breath <br>and let it out again just as easily.<br>	There are bells in my blood so heavy<br>		they feel like iron oxen <br>grinding their teeth in the void. <br>	And I am hurt inexplicably<br>		and lonelier than dust in the rain, <br>and my heart is an apple of wounded magma <br>	pared like the phases of the moon, <br>		and I am trying<br>to evaporate graciously in my solitude <br>	like a ghost exhaled by a lake<br>		so that no one notices I am gone, <br>but I keep sinking like a continent<br>	bored with advanced civilizations, <br>		the big bang as flat as the cosmic sigh<br>when life is nothing more <br>	than the afterbirth<br>		of a hydrocephalic with a hangover <br>as it seems when I stand <br>like a winter branch at the deserted window<br>	and peer through the cold clarity of glass <br>as if the world were no more <br>	than the sediment of time, <br>		the lees of the wine, <br>the mud of a puddle in turmoil, <br>	the wind shredding <br>		the tree on the moon <br>with a chainsaw of waves, <br>	the thought brides of an interminable severance <br>		that falls like snow <br>on the grounded wings of the pine.<br>	I'm trying on coffins like shoes <br>		that won't blister like sunspots <br>on the heels of the sun; <br>	I am coronated like an eclipse <br>		in a robe of black air, <br>and my shadow is snuffing the lanterns <br>	in the depots of the bees <br>		I keep like a hive of stars <br>working these graveyard shifts <br>	of emergency honey <br>well before their paling in the light.<br>I swim toward the lifeboat of the moon for rescue<br>	and it throws me a line <br>		that threads my heart like a hook<br>I have to push all the way through <br>	like a word that needs to say me. <br>		I'm gilled in the torn nets <br>of the trawling constellations<br>	like a piece of driftwood <br>		from an uprooted forest<br>that one day just walked out on itself <br>	like a temple or a throne or a library. <br>		Eventually the doorways just wander away <br>like the footprints <br>	of freshly dug graves<br>		into a night without eyelids.</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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	wherever this is, 
		and I don't know how 
the roads I knotted to mark the way back 
	came undone
		like a bagful of snakes, 
like lightning in a cloud, 
	ribbons of fire 
		leaping like wolves 
from ripples of wood, 
	all th..."></div>
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