Antonio DeLisa


Suspension - Poem by Antonio DeLisa

I enjoy the suspension
of an hour without minutes
in no-time
of a parallel world.

An apnea of thoughts
where it is not cold nor hot,
where no one is sad
nor happy.

And it is feeble the damnation
of the desires.

The colors have an appearance
flaky and insincere
in the border area
between day and evening.

The sounds tend to the grave
but without intention,
for natural force.

It is the slow scan
of the zero-time.

The quiet of the balance,
the closed circuit of oblivion,
the limited field of farewell.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011


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