<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520755" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Man Alone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He assails the desert Mojave, <br>Down the rockiest of dirt roads, <br>Thinks of the uses of agave, <br>But food, drink, those ol' rice & beans<br>Can now forever not be his goad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Coming upon an old white railway station, <br>The kind the loves to find, <br>Huddlesd between two dangerous mesas, <br>He removes his boots in order to unwind.<br>A mass or sores & carbuncles covers his feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written in baked blood upon one of the abandoned walls<br>He sees the dying confessions of another man alone: <br>'You are born alone, <br>'You live alone, <br>'Even in the company of others, <br>'And then you die alone...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He happens across as sliver of a broken mirror<br>And regards the crags of his face; <br>He wonders if what he sees is real, <br>Whether in sunup everything is a mirage.<br>But he has indeed put on the necessasry mileage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Suddenly capture by the thirst of being safe, <br>Seeing a sea of scraggly cacti surrounding; <br>Death is the fortress out there: <br>In the mystifying blaze of the heavy air.<br>And he gets the chill of the fact-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It might be simply better to die now, here, <br>Than to remain intact.<br>The birds of prey are regarding his own shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stan+Petrovich">Stan Petrovich</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=520755" data-title="Man Alone de Stan Petrovich" data-description="He assails the desert Mojave, Down the rockiest of dirt roads, Thinks of the uses of agave, But food, drink, those ol' rice & beans Can now forever not be his goad. Coming upon an old white railway station, The kind the loves to find, Huddle..."></div> </div> </div>

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