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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Presage</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Standing over a presage I saw <br>an ocean carrying bodies cold<br>on jagged tide, occasionally colliding <br>and snapping joints like matchsticks <br>all in advanced riga state<br>stiff as smoked dry-iced...rising. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Could some I know be within my reach? <br>This I was thinking, as a telephone rang. <br>Oceans hold presage within their depths, <br>great epochs steering a world below land. <br>Breeding life, earth...housing the dead - <br>far deeper than those beneath carved stone.<br>I hear a voice cry that sounds too familiar, <br>then a chill of sudden still silence. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I awoke this morning to the sound of howling <br>and the gnashing of knuckles on broken glass, <br>a hideous scene to awaken to...and the news, <br>the news... made my stomach burn. <br>You drowned last night <br>in search of something. <br>We'll never know what, <br>we'll never know why. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I saw the ice, I shivered hard, <br>i leapt into the icy surf<br>through jagged blades<br>of cicled shard.<br>I saw your eyes<br>look back at mine; <br>I took your hand, <br>you smiled at me, <br>told me to leave <br>this abstract dream -<br>then said goodbye. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I awoke as you asked, <br>despite my fear...and presage <br>and here I stand afront your casket, closed -<br>asking myself so many strange questions; <br>questions that prompt no logical answers, <br>and all the while the scent of florals <br>penetrate my skin. <br>I walk outside, to light and take some drags <br>of deja-vu...as I exhale a curl of warm smoke.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And I don't understand, <br>dreams are very strange, <br>penetrating their visual impact<br>upon our Third-Eye, <br>echoing their message...their message. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am not clairvoyant, <br>yet I swear on my soul<br>that I felt your hand, <br>wet....blue icy-cold; <br>heard your voice<br>summon me<br>you were okay.<br>Omen, presage....merely a dream? <br>Still You're Gone. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=392477" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">FjR</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Frank+James+Ryan+Jr.">Frank James Ryan Jr.</a></strong></div>