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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476968" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>These Huge Vast Thoughts Of You</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">These huge vast thoughts of you <br>prove nothing <br>except they're too hard to carry. <br>They're the same old Sisyphean stones <br>I've been rolling uphill <br>ever since you left me <br>standing on quicksand<br>like a half-finished pyramid <br>that just lost its reason for dying. <br>And I'm way past crying.<br>I'm dark water locked in the heart <br>of a distant planet <br>that doesn't support life. <br>I look up at the nightsky now <br>remembering you as you were then <br>and I'm always one house shy of a zodiac. <br>There.<br>At the end. <br>There's a space <br>where that last sign of you<br>used to be <br>and a galactic black hole <br>that keeps sucking me in <br>like a bird into a jet engine<br>to try and see in the dark<br>if there's a way out of here <br>I haven't tried before.<br>I've followed my footprints <br>like scars in the deserts of Mars. <br>Using my direction of prayer for a compass <br>I've been an undercover boyscout <br>looking for signs of life on Venus.<br>Now there are too many event horizons between us <br>too many bent dimensions <br>too many worlds<br>too many millions of lightyears away<br>too many swords and bells <br>too many full moons <br>crossed out on the calendar<br>like Xs on boarded up plague doors <br>for longing to bridge the gaps<br>in the unimaginable vastness of space <br>by jumping from one constellation to the next <br>like an ancient collection of starmaps <br>looking for one that shines <br>as you once did<br>when things that were hidden <br>deep in the heart of the night<br>were revealed <br>without resorting to signs. <br>I've never stopped missing you <br>though it would be good advice <br>in sensible shoes <br>if I could.<br>And it's not out of respect for the dead<br>that the wound never heals <br>that parted us like the Red Sea <br>but more the way love feels <br>when it's leaving Egypt <br>for a promised land <br>it's not allowed to enter.<br>Which one of us was the cause? <br>Which one of us was the effect? <br>How could anyone answer that <br>when I remember looking at you <br>through the doorway into your studio <br>reworking your canvas <br>over and over again <br>late into the night <br>and I used to think<br>as you mixed your colours like instincts <br>even our flaws are perfect <br>when our eyes are a work of love.</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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prove nothing 
except they're too hard to carry. 
They're the same old Sisyphean stones 
I've been rolling uphill 
ever since you left me 
standing on quicksand
like a half-finished pyramid 
that just lost its reas..."></div>
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