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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drab Splendor Of A Gargoyle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The dark came generously<br>with storm-troubled wings<br>The stars are all quelled<br>and the wind hangs purposelessly <br>There is a streak of verdigris<br>on the cicatrizing vault<br>A corolla of change dangles, <br>a shifting moon unfolds<br>and my imposition remained<br>a lackluster glacial metal</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The weather was still as gold<br>and voracious as greedy kings <br>the crooked hands of the day<br>basked in luxurious rendezvous<br>Whilst I dreamed in hues of gray<br>weaving poems to the blasé moon <br>stitching the tatterdemalion tapestry <br>that mantled the ailing wounds<br>I found myself waiting<br>in front of a riddling mirror<br>with words unspoken off</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If you knock, it will echo<br>If you burst, it will find tempo<br>My penetralium convalesced <br>nauseated from a peremptory vertigo<br>and my wallflower's petals<br>are paper-thin no more<br>thorns spangled its sleep<br>because it will never uncurl<br>under the searchlight's whim</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I picked the felled letters<br>harried by the erratic gyration<br>of the ponderous atmosphere<br>I watched it turn to ash<br>as lips burned from their harangue<br>but the lions remain asleep<br>with the phantoms of their dens<br>and everything passed by<br>with deaf-mute miscalculations</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To slur in the banquet<br>of manifold palettes <br>is a one-way ticket<br>for a subtle gargoyle<br>watching cold fountains<br>rise and fall, dance and topple<br>and on the gray clouds<br>lambently walk without<br>leaving scars and without<br>knotting prostate ties</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=471572" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tonight, I rivet back<br>into the walls of my cathedral -<br>A pivoting turret that hisses<br>for the giant's intimidations.</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>