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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477021" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Lightning Fries Your Hard Drive</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When lightning fries your hard drive <br>and you're trying to weave a flying carpet <br>out of snakey wavelengths that took <br>millions of light years before you were born <br>to get here. So you feel you're doomed <br>to live the eternal recurrence of the past.<br>Don't forget about me. I'll be your friend. <br>I'll be your all night window. I'll be <br>the third eye of your hurricane.<br>The occult template of your moonrise mirage.<br>I'll be the antidote to your travelling nightmare<br>and we'll stay up all night, drinking coffee<br>and smoking chain letter cigarettes<br>as we watch the moon through the window <br>painting her toe nails above the bank.<br>And if you want to hear wise and profound things, <br>poetically put in response to the dichotomic genius <br>of your own spiritual dilemmas, <br>or just let your hair down like Medusa <br>and kick back at a black mass of lost wisdom, <br>I'll be your friend. Your Wizard of Oz. <br>I'll liberate cages and cages of morning doves <br>and arise to the occasion in hot flashes of insight<br>like fire from the ashes of the Library of Alexandria. <br>I'll put my stones and swords away for awhile <br>and blow on a forge of stars that stay cool <br>as nocturnal waterlilies blooming along the banks<br>of the Fall River in early autumn. <br>I'll be your Merlin. And I won't teach you<br>the one forbidden thing <br>I don't want you to know. <br>You can just look at things. Or not. <br>Like alla prima mindscapes I'm painting impromptu <br>in picture-music on the lyrical night air. <br>But if all you want to do is bring over some poems, <br>I'll listen like Seti to the first verifiable signs <br>of extraterrestrial life. I'll listen like a hacker <br>that's just broken into an encrypted web-site <br>through a black hole into the next universe.<br>Your choice. Or we could just sit there <br>nibbling on the silence like fish <br>that have surfaced to feed on the moonlight.<br>But if you're feeling a little sanity deficient these days, <br>I'll talk to you about the extreme chaos <br>of conditioned consciousness in such aromatic words <br>you'll think a thousand hummingbirds <br>were swarming the towers of your hollyhocks <br>like ruby-throated endomorphs and opioids <br>that just found the sweet spot on your neural receptors.<br>And by the end of my mystic lucubrations, believe me, <br>you won't be drinking black cool aid in Jonestown<br>or stand there frozen in time, your knees <br>buckled like Stonehenge trembling <br>like a calendar girl before a total eclipse <br>at the winter solstice you don't think you're ever <br>going to get over like a beginning <br>that just can't get past itself.<br>I'll paint you naked and blue <br>firewalking on stars like a Pictish tattoo. <br>We'll take a moonboat out for a test run<br>and I can be the sail and the rudder <br>and you can be the wheel of the zodiac <br>and we'll sail around omnidirectionally<br>among enlightened islands in the mindstream <br>and we won't run aground on the reefs of syntax<br>like a dead language looking for a loveletter from anyone.<br>And I'll whisper things you should have heard <br>in the logic of metaphoric dream grammars<br>long before the light left, like a Druid <br>in an old growth forest mentoring a night bird.<br>And when lightning fries your hard drive <br>like an ancient oak in July on a Thursday<br>I'll be your friend. I'll make all those<br>taboos and curses pinned to your skin <br>like eclipses in a scenic calendar <br>fall away like leaves <br>Or we could stay where we are and shine <br>in the depths of our own bioluminescence<br>like the new moons of two black pearls <br>that would rather keep their prophecies to themselves.</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 you're trying to weave a flying carpet 
out of snakey wavelengths that took 
millions of light years before you were born 
to get here. So you feel you're doomed 
to live the eternal recurrence of the past..."></div>
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