Denial is tenacious
It hangs to a love affair
That my crazed thoughts chase
Through the ivory backwoods

My hour in the sun is an agile prey,
The lasso often falls
Still the chase rambles on

Denial, lifts every utterance of praise
As it snuffs out the cries
Pleading “caution” from the night

They plague from below,
Awaiting the smoke
That will spill from my torn
And dispirited form

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