The mind
its own place
be it heaven
or hell
The soul
but a bucket
to empty
or fill
Goya
a madman
DaVinci
extolled
Sharing
a genius
they fought
to control
Bleed out
the poison
death waits
to reclaim
Or memory
gets buried
and darkness
— remains
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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