By Francis Scudellari
My song, it dissipates …
Over time-space unfolds,
Wends on, more/less noted,
Its allotted course
At first brashly, perhaps
Played too fast, advancing
It cleaves fear-filled silence
False-thought an enemy
Then confident expanse
Reaches, familiar moves
Forward-modulating
Into rose-lit ev'ning
Where ever ceding self
To longer intervals,
It floats paused, uttered in
All-consuming quiet
2 comments:
sei stato tu a lasciarla dissipare,
tutto va alimentato
;))
Some make better meals than others :).
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