Crowded in this City of Nothingness

Crowded in this City of Nothingness

It’s not always going to be bad

it’s not always going to be good

no amount of clever words

or wishful thinking can change it

bled dry of all pretences

all of life’s perfections and imperfections

sing disharmonious,  clear.

 

The mind is an unforgiving god

seated in a crumbling temple

and the eyes

have grown tired of looking around

for answers

I see more clearly

with eyes closed these days.

 

I don’t have to like what I see there

and I can’t help but look.

 

Silence—

no amount of clever words can explain it

the laughter of peacefulness

or this crowded city of nothingness

that chatters away like a gaggle of geese

religion wants me to have faith

in something other

and prayers go unanswered most nights

make no mistake

—None of them mine.

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