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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unraveling My Poem Unraveling My Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">you think you know me<br>every inch every color<br>since you have read <br>every poem i have written</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">you equate what i am<br>with what i have written</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and your equation goes<br>through and through the lines<br>of logic like a telephone<br>pole connecting two islands</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">every sigh is learned <br>from every syllable of my lines<br>every yawn is discerned <br>from every sleepy letter that you<br>meet and see</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">are there no strangers there<br>that you meet? did you not <br>care to ask for his name? <br>are there no oceans there? <br>if there are, there must<br>be some oceanfloors<br>some sinks sinking<br>some whales occupying<br>so much space for your<br>kind understanding and <br>you may find yourself <br>hard of breathing, like a<br>diver whose oxygen tank <br>is leaking. You don't die <br>with me. You don't like my <br>sickness. You don't like to<br>get this infection beyond <br>my own solitude.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">you unravel a poem you<br>discover that i have become<br>more covered. A voice tells <br>me, i am not my poems, i am<br>more than them. I am not just<br>a syllable, a word, a line. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I am more than what you have<br>tried to swallow inside your mouth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">i am blood and i am flowing.<br>you dip your finger once and<br>taste a dropp of my blood and<br>then in a second, i am no longer<br>there. I am a flowing blood and<br>what you have are stains, yes, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=496694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">only stains turning into scars.</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=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a></strong></div>