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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As I battle out the austere torsions of the horizon<br>Plying to shove the gossamer sun to set<br>Into the insolent demise resting on his nest; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As I dispense the divergence of the liaison <br>Raveling a prostrate retroactive protraction<br>Musing on the gloaming before it dawns; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As I subtly winnow the skirts of this curtain<br>A prolix camouflage to interminable impasse<br>Shifting fractions and equations to resume this vying; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As I exonerate the black birds perched on the fringes<br>And obliterate the spiteful thaw of waxen houses<br>Tumbling a speck to the dead of the sapid vesper; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As the body touch the soul, like a hand in glove<br>Quelling the warmth and seething the frost<br>Bereaving the vehement possibility of consummation; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As I haggle in the narrow punctures of this gnarl<br>Breathing underwater for a halcyon squandering<br>Becoming the streaks of the abundant malingering; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As I muse upon a truant aubade of distant stars<br>Fluttering innocuously with the scythe's of time<br>Bickering the scorching venom of the virulent blood; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am becoming the beckons of untracked oblivion<br>That your misty vision could not touch, not seize, <br>The very interpolating creaks of the voids and pits; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471115" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am flinging everything all over in a lost warfare<br>For a manic, a marionette tangled on its own string<br>Attached to vulnerable pegs of gravitated swings.</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=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a></strong></div>

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