I loved it
in spite of myself
chasing the spirit ghost
across distant horizons
offering as payment
the lost finger of fate
sealing a promise
only a child could make
beginning again
what each ending has taught me
living within the moment’s destruction
—hiding what the leviathan demands
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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