Hear what I want

Maybe
I only hear what I want,
So they're being turned off?
the world, once loud,
Drowned in mouths
And clowns,
Is slowly running
Aground
In my ears,
As answered prayers
Sever hairs,
leaving me unvarnished
sunsets
Over cut summer
Lawns,
To ponder
Helen Keller,
Who never had
To live in an era
Of unheralded liars;
Who could feel
The warmth of the sun
At dawn,
Ignore stark ugliness,
No Trump or other
Sonofabitch to mock
Nature's imagined
Serenity,
Who've fumbled truth
As furiously as
flopping hands
Once
Cobbled
together
a world
In her palms.