passing
By Antonello Incagnone
9 January 2008
They pass
Following covered and roads
of inconclusives
Unaware to more than that that happens
Outside from their sight
They pass
Step after step
the look turned to earth
the eyes high
Very rarely towards the side
Pass
Men, women, the other
Children, adults, old
All equal to same they
All various to they way
Nearly Pass
always of haste decided
Step To times tired
Always rhythmic
Always equal Pass,
Pass
But where they go?
Where never they will go?
1 Response
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On 7 October 2008 Ida Nelle said:
This is a beautiful composition. I love the depth of the poem - both abstract and fully in the moment. The last image "Passing 8" is particularly striking. For although it is all about Passing, she is standing and looking straight at the observer.
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