24 hours
alone with myself
the road goes on and on
24 hours
in my own space
exemption rides along
24 hours
eternity breached
its imagery returns
24 hours
tomorrow today
whose light forever burns
24 hours
becoming undone
the parts fall back in place
24 hours
the wind at my back
withdrawing from the race
24 hours
a voice calls my name
in birth year reverie
24 hours
my soul to reclaim
in what was meant to be
24 hours
Kerouac damned
a false reflection shown
24 hours
each road sign that calls
direction out on loan
24 hours
the moment reframed
once lost but now refound
24 hours
24 lifetimes
—inward outward bound
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Thanks H.
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