When all quiets down
I tell you
here the curtain lifts, silence
The earth whispers
the undying melody, sameness
like a call to dreams and dares
and over again, overnight bells
Injured notes like ghosts
through the prism of time
past ages
Simple
To realize is to know
to feel beyond the mask
and others will miss it
in bliss
Not me, you know I’ll fly by
nor I’ll shelter within
Its notes were playing all along
chanting upwards and inward
Unrelenting
in the center soul of mine
muted by the wind forces
The unbranded noise traced
through daily acts of null.
poem & photography by Marco Pignataro
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