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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576898" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The King Of Heaven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576898" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The King Of Heaven</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576898" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On the North, the King of Heaven<br>Is that because the rafter was too short<br>And broke the prayer<br>The rafter that holds spheres<br>On which lived your spirit<br>No, King of the Heaven<br>The calligrapher’s hand didn’t make a mistake<br>Or the eyelids, conceived in sin, gave a birth to note<br>That there is no a single place in Your home anymore<br>Why, why, the King<br>Of Heaven, Who fulfills everything on this world<br>On the rafter didn’t fulfill your self<br>Even prayer you did not finish off<br>On the North<br>The King of Heaven<br>In the North flash<br>Why do you, with heaviness of your spoken word<br>Out of the time<br>Temporal being made of me<br>The time lost<br>Common, from this tin trumpet<br>Call the fire<br>That blossoms the branches through my skeleton<br>While golden angel flies into my meat<br>The King<br>Haay, the King of Heaven<br>Crack Heaven’s egg<br>Come on, come on pigeon<br>Fly out, fly out from the rafter<br>The light is light as heaven’s song</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576898" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Borce Panov</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=Borce+Panov">Borce Panov</a></strong></div>