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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476842" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Restless With The Dead Tonight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Restless with the dead tonight. <br>Old friends, the gates to abandoned farms, <br>the roof collapsed and the wind with access <br>to all their windows, overgrown roads <br>going nowhere I can walk with them now. <br>Blue-green the evening sky, still, <br>without direction, island clouds, but unmoving.<br>Sparse beginnings, and sorrow in the seed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Relying on the stars to do for me <br>what I can't do for myself. Pull me out <br>of this black hole I keep slipping in and out of <br>on the rim of my event horizon, stray photons, <br>butterflies ducking in and out of the dragon's mouth, <br>a halo of X-rays looking brutally right through me. <br>Down to the musical instruments of my bones. <br>Flutes and drumsticks. But I'm void-bound, <br>trying to shed my skin like a chronic illusion, <br>liberate the chains I can feel but can't see, <br>numbed by having to say no<br>when all I want to do is say yes <br>over and over again to the picture-music<br>to the themes, the hints, the clues, the nuances, <br>the radiance, sorrow and horror of the mystery <br>wherever it leads, whatever occurs, <br>be so fully here, I don't exist, not even <br>as a witness, and be nothing but the listening. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I suffer crucial impasses of circumstance. <br>My heart is blocked, the way isn't clear.<br>The emptiness is leaner than usual, longer <br>than a plague of Egypt living up to a penurious dream. <br>Third eye of the hurricane slowly closing. <br>My friends at the end of a tunnel of light. <br>Reptilian as a camera shutter. I howl <br>for stars and fireflies, the accoutrements of my bliss <br>and the pleasure I take in the hidden harmonies <br>of my drifting, my circuitous blossoming.<br>Someone is using my skull for a door stop. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too grounded by the shadows of the impending, <br>Even here by the river, the sound of distant trucks, <br>the occasional train bemoaning its way through the dark. <br>Snakes out hunting the frogs, slide and splash <br>back into the lake at my approach, estranged enemy, <br>walking in my place, face covered with ashes <br>of a man-shaped urn that's avoided me for a while. <br>The way I like to live. Overlooked by the world. <br>Unregarded. Obliviously free to disappear <br>without worrying about what I'm coming back to<br>or who'll be waiting for me when I do<br>to tell me while the idiocy of this languor <br>has got its hands on my throat, I should learn <br>to get a grip on myself, eat the pain, swallow the bilge, <br>live like a bear nibbling on the edges of a garbage dump, <br>give up this discipline of doing nothing <br>as if mere being were a form of worship <br>though to what is anyone's guess and why <br>is just the nature of the mind reveling in itself<br>the way the stars make me guess their names <br>peering through the crowns of the trees, <br>dissociated from the features of their mythologem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time with their lifemasks off to be uncontained. <br>To go mad and not be held to account for it<br>because it doesn't excite the attention of the crowd<br>when you're unattainably available to live <br>as if your eyes were the way the stars touched you in tears<br>to see how the light labours for its flowering in you. <br>Thought-moments and light years bringing news<br>of friends from the past, bats and owls <br>flashing through the inadvertent moonlight, <br>the whole of existence in every locket of my cells, <br>freedom born, creatively, with a starmap for a genome.</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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Old friends, the gates to abandoned farms, 
the roof collapsed and the wind with access 
to all their windows, overgrown roads 
going nowhere I can walk with them now. 
Blue-green the evening sky, still, 
without d..."></div>
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