Trimming fat
off his soul
he searched
for the bone
With every
new slicing
his consciousness
honed
All waste in
the fire
to sizzle
and fry
Excesses
like smoke
rise forgotten
— incised
(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2025 10:31
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Comments2
Couldn't help but think of Zeus fooled by Prometheus in the gift offering of fat and bone. A great write Kurt
Thanks. Great takeaway.
Excellent write, Kurt! 🌹👏
Thanks TR.
You are most welcome.
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