<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494849" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Next Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is the next poem that i am telling you about.<br>it wants to tell you something, but not in secret really, <br>i am open, and i like open fields, like open ideas<br>wanting to embrace and be embraced by the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">absence too, is open. The open arms wait for the coming<br>of absence. Absence is a wide space wanting to be filled by<br>love, and love is elusive, and love is unresponding to the <br>emergencies we are in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but let me not talk about it. Let me tell you and take you back<br>to what i have started. I like the mirror in the living room broken<br>into a hundred pieces, all in the name of love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i like to have as many mirrors as i can have. Tiny broken pieces.<br>I will take one. And all i want in this short life that we have, <br>the life of a fruitfly inside that experimental cupboard, <br>or that transparent cellophane, let death come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i have this piece of broken glass. I want to reflect my light.<br>Do you like it? I want to reflect the light of God, do you like it? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Take it for what it is. Each piece has a reflective index of its own.<br>The face value of things. Do you like it?</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=494849" data-title="The Next Poem de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="this is the next poem that i am telling you about. it wants to tell you something, but not in secret really, i am open, and i like open fields, like open ideas wanting to embrace and be embraced by the world. absence too, is open. The open arms ..."></div> </div> </div>

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