<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493658" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That Most Candid Criticism Of The Self</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">things are running wild and not in what you wish them<br>all to be<br>there is this rage <br>of self against self</div><div style="margin:10px 0">some 'selves' are running against you<br>and some are exploding before your very face<br>indistinguishable<br>untouchable<br>yet there is this sense of <br>i am i<br>that one is me too<br>that i am some pieces scattered<br>and that there is also another self <br>that keeps gathering<br>and assembling parts into a whole</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ugly and not worth the watch<br>these are <br>your hands spread your fingers<br>just for a show<br>like a peacock at the peak of its heat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you feel that there are storms coming inside your chest<br>you wait for tornadoes and boats and calls for help<br>then the calm<br>that is the idea of your thesis and <br>antithesis<br>a woman a man<br>a peace of quiet and some chunks<br>of motors chomping<br>on a stretch of day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what for? you are that one too<br>that seeks self-destruction<br>you wait<br>for another explosion to include your whole being<br>you lift the weight of the sighs of righteousness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lost and never found, here is this man, <br>and yet<br>you reap anger for those who wait and see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you are smiling still and then moving away</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=493658" data-title="That Most Candid Criticism Of The Self de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="things are running wild and not in what you wish them all to be there is this rage of self against self some 'selves' are running against you and some are exploding before your very face indistinguishable untouchable yet there is this sense of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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