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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476944" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Silence Overtakes Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The silence overtakes me, I had almost forgotten, <br>and I am disembodied again, awareness <br>with no fixed abode, and it's sweet and sad <br>this passage of the mindstream through the darkness. <br>Memories of childhood, collecting bruised potatoes <br>fallen off the conveyor belt of the vegetable factory, <br>thousands of muddy spuds like asteroids in orbit, <br>being rinsed off by fans of sharp-edged water <br>spread out like the wings of translucent birds, <br>smell of wet burlap bags and how proud <br>I was as a kid of seven to be a good hunter for my mother<br>and haul a bag of potatoes home as if <br>I'd killed and skinned the carcass myself.<br>When you're seven you're still a wolf-pup <br>and the game isn't quite as dangerous as it will be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The faces of past lovers bloom on a midnight lake<br>and then the wind scatters their petals. Or they glow <br>by the light of a fire lotus burning in the window <br>of a Napoleon airtight on a snowed-in winter night, <br>musing and caressing the cats dozing under it soporifically<br>as the flames dance in their dark eyes like the corona of the sun <br>at full eclipse, and you realize how lyrically vivid <br>images you glimpsed out of the corner of your eye <br>at the time, written indelibly upon your heart, <br>but barely noticed, are when they move front and center <br>like a star into the iris of eternity. Lachrymose and beautiful <br>as if a deeper union than the one we thought for awhile <br>was ultimate, had come of its own accord spontaneously<br>as if separation and solitude had become the cornerstone <br>of a palace of water that had gone on flowing on its own<br>and had made the sea, and once and awhile, <br>a heart made big by sorrow and the silence that holds it out <br>like some strange kind of lantern, is there to witness it, <br>not outside the moment, looking in, but from within <br>where it lives forever unfolding like ripples in a jewel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a soft elfin frequency in the air, and an unforced smile <br>on the spirits of wounded things resigned as scars<br>to the phases of the moon that first tasted their blood. <br>I don't know who they are, but I throw another log on the fire <br>like a threshold or a burning bridge if they want to <br>step out of their shadows and cross one for the homeless alone <br>and say with my eyes let's all live around this for awhile <br>as if it were the last house of the zodiac with its lights on, <br>or that rusty oildrum where we used to roast the potatoes <br>on the branches of young maple saplings bubbling in the heat. <br>A riverine intermingling of vagrant hearts<br>addressing my mind like a star chart of fireflies <br>buffeted about like the Brownian motion of a playful breeze <br>gusting the constellations like dust before the witchbrooms <br>of the black walnut trees exorcising their leaves <br>to get on with the next chapter of their manuscripts, <br>ghost writing their own immolations, heretics <br>trued by the fires they burned in like sumac<br>on the pyres of their boughs, sky burials in lyrics of smoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time, the sacred clown, reliving the ashes <br>of its own tragic-comedy as if the encore <br>were more profoundly sad and absurdly beautiful <br>than the first aspirations of opening night. <br>Everything in commotion then that now <br>moves me more deeply with the stillness of its passage<br>as if all the eras of my life presaged this one moment<br>with no birth or death in it, this farewell that never ages.</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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and I am disembodied again, awareness 
with no fixed abode, and it's sweet and sad 
this passage of the mindstream through the darkness. 
Memories of childhood, collecting bruised potatoes 
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