Now loose, we start again, at that way
We thought we had, but were too heavy
To bend down over and conquer,
Now our knees are not tied together
And our tongues let loose serpents
Barely constrained by teeth,
We can reach only out to sky, earth, and water,
With steps that gape, over a road
That no longer yawns at our presence.

BEN NARDOLILLI is a twenty three year old writer currently living in New York City. His work has appeared in Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Canopic Jar, and Lachryma: Modern Songs of Lament, Baker’s Dozen, Thieves Jargon, Farmhouse Magazine, Elimae, Poems Niederngasse, The Delmarva Review, Underground Voices Magazine, SoMa Literary Review, Heroin Love Songs, Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue, Literary Fever, and Perspectives Magazine. In addition he was the poetry editor for West 10th Magazine at NYU and maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.