Shades Of Envy

Kurt Philip Behm

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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