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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476838" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Putting It Down To Some Impact On My Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Putting it down to some impact on my heart <br>in my sleep, this sunny afternoon edged <br>with cold anger like a residual hangover <br>from some dream I don't remember having. <br>Did you visit me again last night like an albino nightmare? <br>Was Venus in Virgo? Were we unaligned? <br>Was I talking through a window embedded <br>in heritage brick? Did I mutter things at the sky <br>that were indignantly unjust without meaning to? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wonder if the stars after all these light years <br>they took to get to my heart, are completely happy <br>with an afterlife without flowers or hermit thrushes.<br>Who knows why anybody looks back on their past <br>and risks turning into a pillar of salt, <br>or returning to the dead by default <br>but did you let go of my hand again last night? <br>I'm sick of your absence always being the prelude <br>to my dismemberment. And those eyes <br>that always rebuke my poverty as if they'd <br>been bathing in jewels. Those spiked stars <br>you bait like red meat you leave out for polar bears.<br>The brittle sensibilities of a neglected ice age.<br>Did you break your windows again like a frozen lake<br>to get at the waters of life in your mindstream? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hate it when the light goes unappreciated <br>but this soulless blue of a late autumn afternoon <br>is beginning to get on my nerves <br>like a Hallmark greeting card that's chewed <br>all the real flavour of life out of its feelings like gum<br>masticating its words for public consumption. <br>I feel I'm letting some prophecy down somewhere<br>as if I were misreading the tea leaves at the bottom <br>of the moon cup of my prophetic skull. <br>The gash of first crescent early this morning. <br>A lunar hair on the shoulder of the dawn that swears <br>it wasn't untrue to the sun the Luciferian morning star <br>is leading on as if a new fool were born every day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No matter. By the time I was ready for sleep <br>I expected a lot less of you than anyone's ever delivered.<br>And I'll be ok in a while, and you'll hate me for it <br>when your heart turns into a toxic arrowhead <br>that didn't have any effect. Just this Clovis point <br>to say you'd been here once and been wiped out <br>with the larger mammals of North America <br>in the dust bowl of another sudden flash freeze.</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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in my sleep, this sunny afternoon edged 
with cold anger like a residual hangover 
from some dream I don't remember having. 
Did you visit me again last night like an albino nightmare? 
Was Venus in Virg..."></div>
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