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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476850" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scouring The Patina Of Time Off With Stars</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scouring the patina of time off with stars<br>the way I used to grind pyrex plates <br>with varying grades of carborundum<br>down into telescopic mirrors, then silver them <br>with a vapour of aluminum to add <br>to the luster of their parabolic eyes. <br>Been looking into the darkness so long <br>I'm beginning to shine on my own.<br>Now from moment to moment <br>there's as much darkness coming out of the light <br>as there are black holes sand-blasting <br>the hour-glass shape of this bubble of the multiverse <br>with firestorms of desert stars as I make my way <br>from one oasis to the next where the mirages <br>wander in out of the night to drink<br>from the reflections of their own faces <br>with hands cupped like the hulls of leaking lifeboats. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't believe a life of delusion is any less painful <br>than a life of enlightenment, even if <br>your scarecrow self is finally standing naked <br>under a full moon that's come to realize <br>that an orbit isn't the same as an enlightenment path<br>that can loop back on itself like a snake or a shoelace <br>or the retrograde motion of Mars, without <br>wandering off the road you were meant to walk<br>because that's the way you went. Give them both <br>sixteen ounce gloves and let reality <br>have it out with delusion in eternity <br>like two siblings of the same dark mother <br>trying to get some rest from the racket <br>after giving up on interceding <br>by putting some distance between them<br>light years out of earshot of the nightbirds<br>that have been longing for her return ever since. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even the first bliss of the blossoming of illumination <br>grows sad if it's not wholly shared like an orchard <br>with everyone as the wind turns around like a fist <br>flowering into a more open-handed approach to life. <br>Enlightenment is in everyone like a wavelength <br>is in a particle when no one is watching.<br>And if today you're an angel in a coma of ice <br>tomorrow the diamonds will fall out of your dark halo<br>and slowly thaw you out as you get closer to the light <br>like a comet plunging into the sun like the vapour <br>of a bridal veil you've finally shed like a snakeskin <br>that had to come off like the white-out of the eclipse <br>you were living, to see the stars that were rooted <br>in the darkness within emerging out of your own starmud <br>like waterlilies and larkspur and the peony buds <br>of the remote observatories on cold mountaintops<br>breaking into life like planets at a suggestion from the ants. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stations of our perishing, perhaps. Phases of the moon<br>topping my skull up again like the cup that she drinks from <br>with the crazy wisdom of the lunatic she takes for a companion. <br>First crescent after the crone. Death's door left ajar <br>to let a little of the light out for those of us <br>who like to walk down long country roads alone at night<br>brindled by shadows, runged by black flames <br>like ladders of prophetic fire with nothing left to lean on <br>but the event horizons of their own imaginations <br>exploring the inevitable exits and entrances<br>of the passage of life like a waterclock of stars <br>descending the dark stairwells of the night with the maple keys <br>to the secret cellars where they age the best wine<br>by letting it stare into the dark so long <br>it begins to shine like a blind dream with a light of its own.</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 way I used to grind pyrex plates 
with varying grades of carborundum
down into telescopic mirrors, then silver them 
with a vapour of aluminum to add 
to the luster of their parabolic eyes. 
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