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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476805" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O No Witness To Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O no witness to me you can't go, <br>though I long for it, you don't follow, <br>my shadow stops leaving itself behind as a sign.<br>I have been ungrammatized by the madness of scientific magic, <br>a waterclock of life boats I kept bailing out of <br>until I threw the baby out with the bathwater, mushy as soap. <br>I tore down the shrines of chaos as an act of irreverent devotion <br>and the dead thanked me for stealing what they couldn't give away. <br>Divine solace without earthly consolation, <br>I wanted to be crucified diagonally as a random act <br>of symbolic defiance, but I was buried <br>under an avalanche of skulls on the moon <br>and all these voices in my head that swear they're prophetic <br>keep baffling me with alternative universes<br>that have no interest in cultivating me as a way of life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you my heart, dark star, dying insurgent of my solitude, <br>homeless door into the open, your eyes more beautiful <br>than reflecting telescopes on a cold mountain<br>far from the city, I am a casualty of space, what hands <br>do I have to hold you with? Time has ripped out my tongue <br>like an autumn leaf, and the clouds gather, sweetness, <br>the clouds, hushed like a book-signing at a mortuary. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever value I had once as a man has turned <br>against the mirror of miracles, the chthonic excellence<br>of elegizing the teen age suicides and untactical drunks <br>that curled up in a coma on the train tracks <br>as the inevitable came into view with a warning whistle. <br>I poured libations of poetry to beseech the poppy gods below <br>among their immortal bees, to explain something to them <br>gentle and soothing, cool honey on a burn. Delusional <br>but compassionate in a useless kind of way. A gesture <br>of ineptitude that swept me away in tears for how much <br>has yet be lost in the abyss of human affairs <br>that doesn't even taste of us after all these years. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the window of wonder, if you don't throw <br>the moon through it, you're going to dropp like a fly.<br>No more questions to pin down like the head of a snake <br>to keep it from turning on you like the lethal insight<br>of a gamma ray burst into the nature of nothingness<br>across the great divide of the razorwire <br>that twinkles like stars that are deaf and dumb <br>to the wishes we make upon them. I wish I may, <br>I wish I might be seen by you as the missing wing<br>of your cosmic symmetry, and you, the dark matter of mine. <br>Could we fly? Could we shine? Could we go mad together <br>under your bedroom window in a connubium of moonlight<br>and even the insincere candles from the dollar store seem sublime? <br>This far out at sea, would you be my island galaxy, <br>would you let me be washed up on your coasts <br>among the drowned, my whole life flashing before your eyes<br>as I reached out for you ingenuously as the tide<br>leaves things at your door like nomadic starfish<br>and my fingers, almost touching your face, <br>as I have so many times imagined <br>an enlightened savage might your talismanic sorrows, <br>feathers of joy and sacred dirt in a sexual medicine bag?</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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though I long for it, you don't follow, 
my shadow stops leaving itself behind as a sign.
I have been ungrammatized by the madness of scientific magic, 
a waterclock of life boats I kept bailing out of 
until I th..."></div>
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