The Cry
That voice
from the wilderness
Nearer
than far
Close distant
reminder
We are
— who we are
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Looking Back
One final look
one final stare
The face looking back
the face of despair
One final time
one final shout
Reflection an echo
— reflection a rout
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Jumping The Shark
You can’t time a moment
by counting out loud
Or cross the horizon
not leaving the crowd
Or relive a memory
retention unclear
Or keep the Muse captive
— as silence draws near
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2024
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