Belles Behest

by Antonio Eramo

Clanging bells

I wake to clanging bells behest
and rush to places I detest
I pour my roaring youth away
entrapped in “no” from yesterday

to know thyself is just a con
I knew her once and now she’s gone
the same paths as the day before
I walk today and feel unsure

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