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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476797" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Not Quite Dawn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not quite dawn, night seeping out of the blue, <br>troubled sleep, no stars, and you, a week gone, <br>the whole universe applying its laws to your absence<br>which is the silence everything returns to like water.<br>I have never touched you, so my fingertips <br>can still play you into existence on a keyboard, <br>though the loss of your voice is a dead bird, <br>and I am a loose thread of blood in a labyrinth<br>of motherboards and micro-chips like me<br>who can’t find a way out of themselves without<br>turning away like a planet from its own stars.<br>How quickly the light comes, and the darkness <br>bleeds away like a love-letter under the door.<br>No eyes. No hands. No skin. No hair. I am <br>not even the ashes of a cleft witching wand <br>that went looking for water and caught fire instead, <br>and we have shared only the light of the mind <br>that paints a world with the shadows of a ghost, <br>and might only be the last habit of an amputee to leave, <br>a mere mime of the way our eyes make us see. <br>And yet the heart hurts as if you once were flesh, <br>and I am awake as if another bed denied me my own, <br>and I am angry and sad, scared and alone as if <br>the universe were shy one comet, one bead, <br>one firefly among billions who shone for me<br>and that light was brighter somehow than a galaxy.<br>The day grows a new skin over your absence, <br>and I am as out of place, out of time, as a streetlamp<br>still shining down on its feet in the morning.<br>And there could be a thousand and one reasons<br>you don’t write back, why the black crow caws, <br>the sky is a concrete rose, the blood of the poppy<br>runs along the gypsy blade of its undulant smile.<br>From the heights, I can see a small, blue egg <br>smashed on the rocks below, a gesture of ruin; <br>from the depths, the remnants of a shattered star, <br>and all I can do is stare into the relentless images, <br>a word without a mouth, like the new moon <br>shucked from my tongue like a black pearl.</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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troubled sleep, no stars, and you, a week gone, 
the whole universe applying its laws to your absence
which is the silence everything returns to like water.
I have never touched you, so my fingertips..."></div>
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