Nothing
can be its own explanation
Nothing
can leave itself
Nothing
can give dimension to time
Nothing
unsaid is spelt
Nothing
is nothing till something becomes
Nothing
a word unatoned
Nothing
that last page of unwritten rhyme
Nothing
—a temptress unknown
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Feeling Its Weight
Waiting with answers
to questions unasked,
a vacuum state appears
Smelling the ozone
feeling its weight,
all time reduced to tears
A newness reborn
a prophecy filled,
the words await unsaid
As what was created
before it was made
—returns to raise the dead
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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