'Still Life', Mario Fallani (1981)
[Life]
still
lifes don’t stay still
stare?
we ask how they got there
what’s
going on, like life
a
vase, whirled from the earth
has
come to rest for a time
in
this clean quiet space, like life
while
around and behind
teems
the world entire dreaming
scheming
from need, like life
the
flowers like fire, like fountains
colours
defiant at the rim
begin
their fadeout, like life
everything
to mind recedes
let
go in the time of ledge
and
half-light as if nothing matters
but
the view of a vase, past and
future
the usual unusual encounter
we
will get back to too soon
style
life is so yesterday
the
manner faded unaided
placed
in storage a while
like
this and other still lifes
holding
secrets in plain sight
an
unnoticed breeze and all of it
like
life, that gives and gives
and
is old before its time
until
we notice anew and stare
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