Memory has substance
for those athirst
a book never finished
whose pages reverse
Minute by minute
the moments burn
Igniting our history
whose ashes return
Memory’s sensation
beyond the five
Assuring our consciousness
we’re still alive
Formed in a vacuum
of fire and light
Stealing us inward
past seasons respite
Memory delivers
what stimulus feigns
A cloud in the desert
showering rain
Wrapping us tightly
in motion transformed
Buried within us
—keeping us warm
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
'beyond the five'
we're at six now, and counting/discovering
(how nose-tips to mobile screens
while outside bumping shoulder and cars
can be a thing and not cause
the massacre of idiocy
we all 'feared' it may...
just behind the ears, apparently)
lol
'Stealing us inward
past seasons respite
Memory delivers
what stimulus feigns'
beautiful lines, a call to arms
for us
who are sleep walking through life
a great read, dear Poet
Sleep walking indeed. Thanks LB.
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