<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Notre terre qui est à Votre taille</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Notre terre qui est à Votre taille<br> Forgive us please our enormous bilious hubris<br>The quasar-lit heavens smile only down upon us<br> For Our Master he presideth over the Universe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Architect-Father he beds down in the blackest holes<br> Our temple bells and lodges' knell toll only for Thee<br>While Thou slips from one parallel universe to another<br> Yeah, notre terre qui est à Votre taille</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The muezzin's cry reaches far into the darkest cloud<br> From turret to galactic turret resounds the prophetic call<br>Colliding antennae make a murky Baghdad morass<br> The fallout heralds the bigcrunchy messianic massage</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our Master who art the shine on the Brahmin's head<br> Which knows no limbs feet chest nor shivering loins<br>Forgive us our cowering at the spewing Purusha mouth<br> For Thine is the thunder exploding forever and ever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did not a bodhi prince once keep a damning silence<br> He saw no need to undo Thy mighty male tie<br>Lest he's forced to traverse this soil again in rags<br> Notre terre qui est à Votre taille</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As for the other fully bearded nodding mates<br> They are those who first invoked Thy game<br>They've now bought the world over in Thy name<br> But prefer to run the banks ‘ere Thou cutteth the rates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Notre terre qui est à Votre taille<br> Is the epicentre of the roiling boiling might<br>Where domes echo for the right to languish at Thy side<br> And watch the Goya geek chew the heathen to shreds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Notre terre qui est à Votre taille<br> All the stars you see out there in the ever-ever<br>Are but the conjurer's balls dancing up in the air<br> The illusory waking dream of the never-never</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Notre terre qui est à Votre taille<br> Give us every day the fireworks in the sky<br>For Thine is the show and ours the joy<br> For ever and ever spinning a lie! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(T.Wignesan, November 3,1997, Fresnes-Paris (Rev.2012, Paris) <br> ©: T. Wignesan, November 3,1997, from the collection: longhand notes (a binding of poems,1999.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=T.+Wignesan">T. Wignesan</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=523668" data-title="Notre terre qui est à Votre taille de T. Wignesan" data-description="Notre terre qui est à Votre taille Forgive us please our enormous bilious hubris The quasar-lit heavens smile only down upon us For Our Master he presideth over the Universe Our Architect-Father he beds down in the blackest holes Our temple b..."></div> </div> </div>

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