He wandered to the rim
looking over and down
Lost in a memory
his fear as a shroud
As voices from faces
that he never saw
Called out from the darkness
— with time overdrawn
(Dreamsleep: November, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Chilling. Could picture this well. Fine brevity Kurt.
Thanks Cassie, you’re very kind.
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