I’m willing to accept
that it’s all but a cloud
Memory behind me,
and draped in a shroud
I’m willing to accept
my fatality deemed
A portal indentured
—to dreams left undreamed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2021)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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'A portal indentured'
yeah, that's a line I gravitate towards
that thread of feigned opportunity
'They' - float, invitingly
just out of reach, knowing
by the timing you arrive
you're so black n blue, even
your memories are curtained, blind
in an endless night: of futile regret...
(another write that had me tracing prickly scars
now long repressed
and for the most part: blissfully - forgotten...)
we must shed, to find strength - enough
to take, that most important: next step!
(thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
"blind
in an endless night: of futile regret..."
Very nice!
Thanks LB
Kurt
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