<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535554" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Contours For Gazing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's the look of one who cuts his own hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scar between his ears, broad, <br>stretches contours for gazing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something happened.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One cannot think ill of him who now <br>eschews any man with blade or shears, <br>his face is proof enough not to trust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, he walks upon the world, a gash in air <br>which does not care for looks of any sort.<br>Frightened children do not cry out though<br>their play is stopped. Bullies cross the street, <br>heads low in leather, trying to be invisible. <br>Dogs suddenly silence remembering to <br>quickly go where their tucked tails point </div><div style="margin:10px 0">- away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing can undo a look which undoes many.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He carries his book, large, heavy, <br>front cover turned into his tweed, <br>tucked under his arm, something <br>he can hide while the title he is screams. <br>He, like the dogs, is silent, he needs <br>speech no longer. People have not heard <br>him when he once did speak, do not hear <br>the loneliness, the moan his face has become <br>which is large, Biblical in proportion to <br>the grief he tucks beneath the other arm <br> <br>and wishes no harm to the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</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=535554" data-title="Contours For Gazing de Warren Falcon" data-description="He's the look of one who cuts his own hair. The scar between his ears, broad, stretches contours for gazing. Something happened. One cannot think ill of him who now eschews any man with blade or shears, his face is proof enough not to trust..."></div> </div> </div>

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