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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476965" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There's A Black Lotus In My Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a black lotus in my heart, black hole <br>of enlightenment, black waterstar, sacred eclipse. <br>Nothing worth attaining that isn't unattainable. <br>And all the gates are upside down and backwards. <br>Albino starmaps with black dots shining<br>on the other side of the mirror, zodiacs <br>of black matter looping back on themselves <br>like solar auroras of the sun that rises at midnight. <br>I don't know what all this means. I may have gone<br>too far into exile and actually managed to get <br>to the dark side of the moon. Or I'm a warehouse <br>of shadows at noon that have lost track of the time<br>like blind sundials that feel they're being followed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The light illuminates, but I bloom nocturnally. <br>I've got the burn marks of stars all over my skin.<br>I work on the nightshift at the foundry of a constellation <br>busy pouring itself out like iron and oxygen, blood and air, <br>forged out the afterlives of hydrogen I've gathered over the years.<br>A fire-womb engendering one you fill with water. <br>Fire the midwife of its own daughter. I'm envious <br>of creative immolations I know I'll never attain.<br>Though my left brain is in full communication with the right<br>and I'm a full moon of the bright vacancy, dark abundance<br>of both sides, and the harvest is ripe, I'm always <br>a star ahead of my light, so I don't end up <br>like a dead school furnace in the basement <br>writing my memoirs like a manuscript of ashes in an urn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deconstruct me wholly down to my last atom <br>and I promise you, if that's all I've got to work with <br>like one stem cell to another at the beginning <br>of a matrix of causes and conditions into which <br>we'll be placed by a Hox gene assessing the chi <br>of which direction our eyes should face, and how many<br>degrees of separation there should be between our ears, <br>I promise you, I'll still burn with the fireflies <br>and the supernovas like a blind prophet <br>who saw two wavelengths copulating like snakes <br>and has been tied at this stake of of a spine, <br>an oracular heretic of both sexes in synchrony<br>like the hybrid of a phoenix and a waterbird<br>burning in visionary serpent fire ever since<br>for the sake of a muse that always comes <br>in the nick of time like rain on the moon to my rescue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When it's night in the diamond of my third eye <br>is the light not more mystically enhanced by the darkness, <br>more mystically specific than the white wash of the sun? <br>The moon is the mitochondrian that tempers <br>the toxicity of the light so the nucleus of the solar system <br>can blaze with alien oxygen meteorically across the night. <br>The black mirror, brighter than the white, <br>shows you your reflection on the inside<br>where you're arrayed like a faceless world <br>that's given up trying to second guess<br>who's the unerring witness under the lifemask <br>of the surreal cosmology that doesn't recognize <br>it's not a self, at first glance, and that all physics <br>is the psychology of ridding yourself of the delusion<br>you can, even if you're riding a flying carpet <br>out into this desert of stars to sweep the constellations away <br>like mirages that have been throwing bad meat <br>down your holy wells like sacred crocodiles. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ignite even so much as a matchbook at this distance <br>or turn on a flashlight to see what's in the dark<br>as if you were looking for your mind with your mind on the light<br>even though it's as abundantly clear as your eyes it's night out, <br>and the billions of stars in the next closest galaxy, <br>Messier 31, at eleven o'clock above the middle star<br>in Andromeda on the rocks, and two million light years<br>of enlightenment will gently recede back into the cosmic hiss <br>and disappear from your field of view subliminally<br>knowing, because the timing's yours, you're a daylily <br>covering your insight with the petals of your own hands <br>because you don't know how to open them sidereally yet <br>from the outside in, where your darkness shines <br>and the night you turn your face away from <br>like the bright side of the moon blinds you<br>by a reflected glory to the radiance of the origins<br>of your own vision, deep within, where it all begins<br>emanating stars of the darkness of your own eyes.</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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Nothing worth attaining that isn't unattainable. 
And all the gates are upside down and backwards. 
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