If the past is not alive in you
the future will be dead
Sparrows turn to flee the dawn
with yesterday unfed
Once memory breaks the golden chain
foundations lay unpoured
And silence breeds the only sound
— to play tomorrow’s chord
(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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