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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Subways Of The Subconscious...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">you post a poem<br>it is not that you believe in the integrity of the site, <br>or the blog, you do not even attempt to find out<br>who are there and what causes are they supporting<br>you make a poem<br>because the words are there<br>and you do not even choose which word to use<br>whether this rhymes with this<br>or not<br>it is just a matter of a word coming out from your fingertips<br>and then<br>they are there<br>no filtering of meanings, no sifting of significances<br>it flows like a river, it runs like a creek, it settles on some ponds<br>it rains, and then it overflows<br>and you make it run again like a flood, over reaching<br>carrying all driftwood and all lost things<br>you go under bridges, you even go on top of canals<br>the words are terrible<br>now on the streams of consciousness and then under<br>the commands of the the subconscious</div><div style="margin:10px 0">actually you do not know what is happening<br>your hands are merely riding on a wave<br>your sight relying on the ripple<br>you do not even feel that you have wings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but Of God you Swear<br>you are flying<br>the clouds pushing your heels<br>into Space into the sleepy emptiness.....</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=495385" data-title="The Subways Of The Subconscious... de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="you post a poem it is not that you believe in the integrity of the site, or the blog, you do not even attempt to find out who are there and what causes are they supporting you make a poem because the words are there and you do not even choose whi..."></div> </div> </div>
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