Una storia di GioMa46
Questa storia è presente nel magazine PICCOLI OMICIDI QUOTIDIANI
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Pubblicato il 10 novembre 2020 in Poesia
…it's still!
like discolored thoughts
from disuse
that the voluntary act
of memory
deceptive structure
within the arbitrary imagination
of feeling
…it's still!
like music that immaterial
escapes the grasp of the
unrepeatable come
which still remains or perhaps
returns
ephemeral to the mind
of exclusive possession
…it's still!
like the voice captured by
a phonograph is used
to be
against all others say
illusory sinopia of the discanto
before reaching
harmony of the whole
…it's still!
like the marks left by the time
on our faces
transparency of the age that
without deception
they show the scars as endorsements
of a will
without any domain
…it's still!
how arbitrary is the night
of our constructs
dark
without freedom of choice
of pre-emption
on what undeservedly
death is preparing
to demand
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