All
is finite
or infinite
the scientists say
Laying the
trap
that supports
their foray
If either
is neither
is or
something more
Entrapping
our freedom
and handcuffed
— unsure
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
Dead Poets
If Poetry’s a hobby
your muse is entropic
Fading and dying
— as silence awaits
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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