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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528174" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sleepless In Whereis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis, <br>Passing chambers of an heiress (with no need to feel embarrassed) <br>Through a magic mystic mirror hanging curtainless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A glimpse down naked alleyways (denuded by the moon) ex-<br>poses ghosts in gauzy tunics carving symbols, round and runic, <br>In distended dingy dungeons of uncertainness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In misty streets of cobblestone - ancestral avenues -<br>Patchwork paths consume my shoes (chasing foggy curlicues<br>Twisting, twirling by in twos, floating anywhere they choose) , <br>Leaving smoky residues in the footprints that confuse<br>Of the threaded wooden sticks that stalk a puppet wandering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Distilled in drops of fantasy and fading into view<br>(Twixt the treasures in review, awful Towers peering through<br>Distant dimness bent askew) , shifting shadows I pursue<br>(Wearing faces I once knew) , lost - no stars to guide me true -<br>Midst the visions of the painted past I can't help pondering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Contorted candelabra claw the skyline's walled suspension, <br>Caught in twilight's intervention - still unlit (in stark dissension) , <br>Therefore seething with a tension, in the quiet apprehension<br>Of the watchman's inattention to the night-time's bold pretension<br>To her power, not to mention, to her hyperspace extension<br>(Far beyond my comprehension of the sundown's black dimension) -<br>On exhausted beaten boulevards of foolish fretfulness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oblivion depletes me, voiding haste and hurried hassles, <br>Me, a simple abject vassal, trailing moonlit floating castles, <br>- Fickle feet, but fingers facile grasp at straws and dangling tassels -<br>As I stumble through the rubble of forgetfulness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think I must be dreaming as I seem to see these things, <br>Neath the sky alive with wings of a nightingale that sings, <br>Midst the whispered murmurings soughed by phantoms clad as kings, <br>Pacing palaces in rings, while their hapless footfall clings<br>To the sagging sinking sands of midnight's splattered castled ruins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Entangled in the swirling leaves that spin in dizzy flurries, <br>(While the wind beside me scurries, and a hermit ermine hurries) <br>Lurk my sleepy woes and worries (glowing faint but growing blurry) <br>Which, when plundered by the demon dusk, I'd left behind me strewn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The forgery of multitudes between the silhouettes, <br>(And discarded cigarettes, neath the haunted parapets) <br>Mock my lonely echoed steps - mock my lonely echoed steps<br>(Struck like clicking castanets- struck like clicking castanets) <br>As I lace unlabeled lanes, erasing silence' sullen treason.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mossy stones befuddle me, in winding rue rosettes, <br>(Lost within the oubliettes, and in vials of anisette) <br>Midst the mazy minuets, and the purling pirouettes<br>Of the fugitive Grisettes (flaunting charms and amulets) <br>Who, in flitting shades of arching bridges, linger longer, teasin'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the When I'm drifting, just a stardust castaway, <br>Weaving, threading by cafés and deserted cabarets, <br>Just a gauzy appliqué on the river's crippled spray, <br>Chasing Fools along the way through the strands of yesterday, <br>Neath the throbbing peal of sobbing bells of spectral cloisters quaking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In belfries, high and haughty, alabaster knights perform, <br>Riding stiff against a storm, steeped in clouds of chloroform, <br>While the raven skies deform and my shrivelled shovelled form<br>(Watching bats in steeples swarm close to candles waxing warm) <br>Hides in hallowed hallways, hanging, shoulders weary, weak and shaking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above me hover grinning masks and visages of Queens<br>Spewing fatal final scenes (against a scarlet sky they lean, <br>Dreary dripping guillotines) of demented doomed Dauphines, <br>Traced in opalescent ballrooms only tattered time remembers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hidden hands of Harlequins (while floating free, unseen, <br>Behind abandoned shuttered screens, inside of shrouded Halloweens) <br>Tap (on tumbrel tambourines) a dirge (with tattooed tones pristine) <br>For me (a heap in ragged jeans within this crazy cluttered scheme) , <br>Trapped interred in toppled stone chateaus that dismal dawn dismembers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rogue breezes pierce, benumbing me, I feel my fingers freezin'<br>(In the cockcrow's purple season) though within, no rhyme or reason, <br>Caught impaled upon the jagged edge of early morning's breaking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chill evoking silver chimes of Nodomain start knelling<br>As the searing sun looms swelling, and their melodies hang dwelling<br>In the cloud drifts' care, revelling, but the Sandman's too compelling<br>And my weariness impelling - though my eyelids risk rebelling, <br>Where I'll fall, there's no foretelling for the starry sky's past telling, <br>As I fade beneath the flaming forge while embers tremble, waking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+O%27Leary">Terry O'Leary</a><div class=q>
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