No ordered enchantment,
no purpose in luck
No dreams in forgetting,
no lover mistook
A bells rings in silence
when ears have gone dry
A bat’s in the chimney
when fire’s denied
All hail to the wonder,
all hail to the chiefs
All hail to the proctor,
all hail disbelief
Indentured we mingle,
inclement we fall
Inspired we stumble
—in spite of it all
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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A fine write, Kurt.
As usual a lot to think about. A "Thanks I Needed That" to you.
It's always a pleasure to have you read, Jerry.
Kurt
I love this! Ironically, No words can convey the unspoken meaning of this beautiful, raw truth. Touche brother very deeply understood, if only words like this could stay and took, consistently remembered and not taken for granted hey!? Sincerely and respectfully, Tess S.
Very kind, thanks.
Kurt,
• “To Rise Again”
Reading your penned words of this ‘Dreamsleep’ is a mesmerizing experience. The last stanza is inspirational. Thank you for sharing. I’m now ready to face this day.
Laura🌻
Thanks Laura
Amen!
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