<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=514956" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lifting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again the panic grips.<br>Clones from the frozen cells of rot-scented<br>rafflesia growing in abundance.<br>Huge pitchers are swarming the landscape.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You walk into the trap.<br>The lid falls, blocks the way out<br>and sharp spikes pierce through you, <br>so suddenly that you cannot even cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The white darkness of the gray ash<br>is covering the limbs of history.<br>I am the past, I am the future.<br>Where do I enter the present? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At threshold they lift their arms.<br>Neither in-nor-out.<br>Begging to walls to close in <br>and let the roofs fall down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Satish+Verma">Satish Verma</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=514956" data-title="Lifting de Satish Verma" data-description="Again the panic grips. Clones from the frozen cells of rot-scented rafflesia growing in abundance. Huge pitchers are swarming the landscape. You walk into the trap. The lid falls, blocks the way out and sharp spikes pierce through you, so sudden..."></div> </div> </div>

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