Many things
exist beyond
never
truly known
Every night
I die asleep
in dreams
left unatoned
Waking up
the weight’s still there
each breath
in labor bound
As voices live
within my ear
answers
— still unfound
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
Night Train To Paradise
The whistle blowing
one last stop
Your ticket punched
— the gate unlocked
(Dreamsleep: August, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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As usual, you take a common observation, distill it, add your wicked insight, and serve it cold on fine china.
Again, very kind of you. Your comment below references many of my
favorite poets along with Melville, Milton and Donne.
Your comments mean a lot to me.
Thanks so much, again.
Kurt
You are an absolute master at what you do. A little Emily Dickinson, a little Yeats at his best, a little Blake, a little Medieval Latin lyric, a lot of Greek inscription, a little haiku.
So much lurks in the shadows of this monument to Morpheus and possibly Thanatos. How thin a wall separate the two. Another beautiful poem and why am I surprised?
I thank you, again.
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