My Endless Denial by Ben Nardolilli

silence is texture
and knocks compel my life
to a mind one can hear
inflated defenses

and reason to will
refuses at cliffs
and will shut very
strange heavens down

abandoned words
knocking on my door
look beautiful wailing
but aren’t even heard

more astounding
shadows often dance
singing of birds
with the lock of grass rising

grief is fierce and heavens
watch the wind
where’s the laughter?
at my pride and body


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