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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476726" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Just Before Dawn Venus In Leo Between The Moon And The Beehive Nebula</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just before dawn Venus in Leo between the moon and the Beehive Nebula. <br>The chimney of the old shoe factory reflected <br>like a toppled obsidian obelisk in the Tay River.<br>Couldn't sleep. Now I'm heading home with the bats and the ghosts.<br>I've firewalked enough tonight, and the coals are beginning to dim<br>in the ashen light of my waning spirits. <br>The Perth Soap Factory still hasn't managed to imperialize <br>the fragrance of the last of the wildflowers crowding <br>the crumbling parking lots and leftover wedges of field, <br>but it's trying. I envy a squirrel its quick Zen energy.<br>And three crows think they know something about me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Happens a lot in a small town, as I know you know, <br>because someone you know told me. You must think <br>I'm crazy talking to the air as if it were you, <br>but even out here, you've been inside of me all night, <br>and now it's time to make some space for you beside me. <br>I like the feline water sylphs that follow me home<br>like feral cats in the early morning when there's dew <br>on the brass heritage plaques of the lawyer's offices <br>with ultramarine peacock's eyes waxing in the windows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've been learning to play Jeremy's violin on my spinal cord all night <br>to see if I can get you up and dancing like a kite with no strings<br>in a gust of stars. But so far all I've managed in my solitude <br>with you as my intriguing familiar is a happy kind of hangover <br>from a seance just you and I attended. But I'll get better. <br>You'll see. I'll master this new medium of picture-music <br>half way between witchcraft and mystery. And beyond <br>if you want to walk with me that far. Or fly, if that suits you better.<br>Pick a star. Or the softer option of a nebula, knowing you<br>as I'm beginning to. Alcyone in the Pleiades, perhaps. <br>Or maybe an unknown destination that exceeds <br>the wavelengths of the speed bumps of the asphalt starmaps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll go there with you. And I'm as loyal as a skull.</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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The chimney of the old shoe factory reflected 
like a toppled obsidian obelisk in the Tay River.
Couldn't sleep. Now I'm heading home with the bats and the ghosts.
I've firewa..."></div>
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