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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unbuckle Your Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unbuckle your heart, undo the luggage strap. <br>Wash the smell of old lovers out of your laundry. <br>Sow the dreams you've carved from your skull <br>like dice in sacred ground <br>and let's see what springs up.<br>There's the bathtub you can renew <br>your virginity in, and there's a corner <br>you can stand your bass guitar in <br>like an Irishman at his wake in a coffin.<br>And there's the garden for that persona <br>you took on the road like a scarecrow <br>for a travelling companion with a limp. <br>All the flowers taste of hummingbirds. <br>And it's ok the raccoons come for the corn <br>like second storey cat burglars in the night. <br>They never take more than they need <br>and in a world of greed, that's integrity. <br>I always leave a smile ajar to let them in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But with you, my heart's an open doorway<br>the moon's standing in, and my blood's<br>a transfusion of black roses into the occult. <br>My eyes, a rare conjunction of fireflies <br>that won't happen again for another hundred years. <br>Doom can spend all the time it wants <br>messing with its calendars to co-ordinate <br>the apocalypse in all zodiacs at once<br>so the year of the rat and the year of the swan <br>don't synchronize their prophets to the dawn<br>like waterclocks who think things are <br>just going to go on and on as they always have <br>like imperially inclined aqueducts without a rupture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eclipse, millennial poseur, you're a lyric of carbon <br>that makes the diamonds flow like tears<br>to realize there's galaxies of white sweet clover<br>more to you than appears under the cloud cover <br>of a hundred billion stars burning into the silver nitrates <br>of the photographic plates I take of you <br>in the humbled mountains of my all night observatories. <br>And even at this distance, alone in the cold company <br>of these one-eyed telescopes, I'm tempted <br>to cross your event horizons into your black holes<br>and see what worlds might come of us<br>on the other side. Throw caution to the wind <br>like a rodeo clown and take the ride<br>as if you were not too wise or wild for tenderness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even when you hurt I've seen how you wear <br>the corona of the sun so lightly in full eclipse <br>all the haloes shining by a reflected glory <br>seem mere brassy moon dogs by comparison. <br>Out of fury you insist upon your originality <br>like a gamma ray burst in the path of the earth<br>as you weave your interlocutory wavelengths <br>into the flying carpets and labyrinths<br>of an alien cartographer mapping out the stars<br>with your third eye open to the loneliness of beauty<br>and how everyone's threatened by an intelligent orchid. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I imagine sometimes you're almost as unloveable as I am <br>when I'm at my best, when I've been accurately blessed, <br>not too much, more or less, beyond my aspirations<br>and I see at the speed of light how time stops, <br>and my mass and volume become as infinite <br>as my body and mind, and everything<br>is perfectly inconceivable in a fallible eternity <br>that's adapted to us like the medium of a mystery <br>in a graveyard of dead metaphors we keep giving <br>new meaning to as if we were all randomly immortal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are you the supple bubble of effervescence <br>in a tsunami of sorrow that could keep my spirits up, <br>or a methane moon waiting for an airlift of oxygen<br>to light you up. You're too incandescent <br>to shine like a brown star, too imaginatively immense<br>to be a black dwarf. Are you the omnipresence of a particle <br>or the oracular wavelength of an apostate saint <br>when no one's looking but me and you <br>through your holy books to see if what we said <br>came true or not? If we kept our word <br>to the innovative absurdity of it all in peace and war <br>or threw the moon through the window <br>like an alarm clock that didn't go off in time<br>to save the earth? I know you're not <br>the existential bricklayer of the paradoxically sublime <br>outside the gates of Babylon, nor the whore within.<br>I've seen you wing your way from one planet to the next <br>trying to thread your lifelines into a nest<br>that wasn't a begging bowl in the hands of tree<br>that came on like a slumlord in a ghetto of birds.<br>There are no aviaries for the hopelessly free. <br>But could you live with me in this homelessness<br>like a tent in the wind that scours Mars for survivors <br>of the last expedition of seeds that tried to bloom here? <br>I'd build you a palace of black water that eclipsed <br>the beauty of the Taj Mahal and plant stars <br>all around it that would fountain into waterlilies <br>and we'd be so full of moonlight and solitude <br>in the silence of each other's eyes, the darkness <br>couldn't help but envy us the danger of the enterprise.</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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Wash the smell of old lovers out of your laundry. 
Sow the dreams you've carved from your skull 
like dice in sacred ground 
and let's see what springs up.
There's the bathtub you can renew 
your virgi..."></div>
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