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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=570531" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Resurrection Of The Butterfly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In kamikazic state and crisp, <br>Steered and wrenched from soft illusion; <br>Terrible, it's fragile, dust-blown shape<br>That carried it's fat world within -<br>A sarcophagus tick, hear it crack<br>With sunlight spooned upon its back. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Cinderella slipper; the Cutty Sark<br>Sailing between the earth and moon.<br>Precision filled waste - an engine of love, <br>Clumsily ripped it's world apart.<br>Nightfall and O how everything's changed: <br>Nature and dimensions, re-arranged.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But unlike the stink crazed filth obsessed fly, <br>That celebration of the Gothic: <br>There are no songs, there are no buzz ballads; <br>No embarrassing moments and no bad manners, <br>Which is why the fly finds it difficult to get<br>Into butterfly circles and butterfly etiquette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet behold! Pharaoh and his aphrodisiac<br>Filtered by moon powers<br>Into a gossamer-sighing Icarus, <br>A testament of beauty's charm, <br>Soured by the need to explain<br>The difference between sacred and profane, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As some 'dressed up' doctor with sulphurous eye<br>Sat under the stairs by a dim bulb to break<br>Sachets of sea salt and stare through glass jars<br>Of bright coloured inks, and investigate<br>Nature's larder of breathless experiments<br>And the periodic table of the elements.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in attempting the cathode resurrection<br>With veins sighing for Frankenstein, <br>I saw those wings beat once, and no more<br>One Summer's day to the song of a lawn mower.<br>Yet life sat blinking far away, and Colin Clive<br>Was as silent as the grave: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no 'It's alive! It's alive! It's alive! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But life's intrusion will wound it still<br>Soldiering over the centuries<br>To flicker like Caligari's ghost; <br>To sigh, measureless at moon's kiss<br>And yawn beneath some superior pulse<br>That beats full stops and nothing else!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Barry+Van+Asten">Barry Van Asten</a><div class=q>
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Steered and wrenched from soft illusion; 
Terrible, it's fragile, dust-blown shape
That carried it's fat world within -
A sarcophagus tick, hear it crack
With sunlight spooned upon its back. 

A Cinderella slipper; t..."></div>
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