The lies are uncountable
with only one truth
tomorrow and yesterday
masks to confuse
Behind bars of enchantment
our fantasy hides
programming our psyches
rewriting each lie
To hide from the moment
its present refused
whose message eternal
intention abused
The mirror a prison
all windows set free
eternally instant
—when choosing to be
(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Your writing style is always soft and fluid, with its excellent rhyme. There's no time like the present, as yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never be, we must use those windows then to set ourselves free. Beautiful!
Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
Carpe Diem !
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