If there was no one
to believe
would there still
be truth
If there was no one
to tell
would silence
take root
If there was no one
to laugh
would smiles
be gone
If there was no one
to love
would all feeling
— abscond
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Star Drifter
Getting to tomorrow
on stairs of yesterday
Each tread of my reluctance
on risers of today
Promising me nothing
but wisdom from afar
Chasing reams of broken dreams
— adrift among the stars
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Haha, like the weighty jest about a tree falling in the forest, this begs the same answers, rendered as ever in tasteful morsels, so daintily one maunt but indulge. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks. I thought about titling it ‘Billy Blake’s Foibles.’
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