Eighty percent living
fifteen percent dreaming
five percent — writing the words
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
Indentured
You write
inside the circle
I write
outside the arc
Praise and pander
despoiled ground
Where my words
refuse to park
Applause and cheers
to follow
Like the Reaper
closing in
Owning your soul
with each accolade sold
Indentured
— to their whim
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Yes seems so true that so few write and the seeing of things differently. Well done Kurt
Thanks Soren.
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