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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476907" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Earth A Message</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The earth a message in a blue bottle <br>	someone threw into a desert of stars <br>		for help, <br>I'm stranded on the island <br>	of a single thought <br>		in the galactic archipelagos<br>of a deconstructed myth of origin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">	There is no myth. <br>		There is no origin. <br>I am free to write what I want <br>	in invisible ink <br>		on virgin mirrors<br>in an indecipherable alphabet of stars<br>	because every mouth <br>		was first a bird of the void, <br>the echo of a scar <br>	that wrote with a knife<br>		how testing it was <br>to cut the throats of the yearling bells <br>	that were slaughtered like apples.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		This, too, is an eyelid of life, <br>a shedding of the peony, <br>	the blue silk sheet of an atmosphere <br>		pulled off a naked planet<br>that will die of exposure <br>	in a blizzard of necrophiliac flashbulbs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		No one really wants <br>to be understood, <br>	but for years I've laboured <br>		in the shadows of profound delusions <br>to look upon every face <br>	blossoming in the unkempt orchard <br>		as the hidden eye<br>of a human divinity I was trying to uphold <br>	like a pillar of cloud. <br>		I wanted parity with angels, <br>I believed just to be born <br>	was to be exalted to the ranks <br>		of an heroic order <br>that had evolved out of<br>the embodiment of suffering, <br>	the pain that was cast away <br>like the illegitimate afterbirth <br>	of a silo full of thorns, <br>		the swamp <br>that tendered a waterlily nevertheless <br>	and a sky that wore its stars like campaigns, <br>		and the warriors that had died <br>to be carried home <br>	on the shields of their constellations.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">		I accorded to even the most wretched <br>the dignity that was due their pain <br>	like a sword they had pulled <br>		from the stone of their heart <br>or a straw from a loaf of bread <br>	to see if it was cooked. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">		We were all nailed to the world <br>upside down, <br>	the slow tar of a sacred agony <br>		that was always a voice beyond <br>the shriek of the sayable, <br>	the long scream of the silence <br>		drunk on the silicon wines of glass grapes, <br>slumped like thunderclouds and junkmail <br>	across the hills and thresholds<br>		of our own unattainable event horizons.<br> <br>I drank from the reflection <br>	of my own humanity on the nightstream <br>		and compassion came with insight <br>like the shadow of water in a dream, <br>	a rag of blood <br>		torn on the horn of the moon, <br>that we were all nothing more <br>	than the brevity of a warm breath, <br>		a fragrance of the void <br>it pulled from its sleeve like a guest bouquet.<br> <br>	And you can quote <br>		your tables and chairs at me all you want, <br>but the soul of a human is a match <br>	invited like a minor relative <br>		to the death of stars, <br>that throws itself down on the coffin lid <br>	in its moment of flaring <br>		like the last memory<br>of a homeless flower, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">	and the gesture is enough <br>		to fill the urns with light, <br>the wombs with embryonic wicks <br>	already drunk on a night that shines <br>		like the small house of a firely <br>			in a blind abyss.</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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	someone threw into a desert of stars 
		for help, 
I'm stranded on the island 
	of a single thought 
		in the galactic archipelagos
of a deconstructed myth of origin. 

	There is no myth. 
		There is no origi..."></div>
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