Dark Angel
of memory
returning to haunt
Those musings
left orphaned
bone stricken and gaunt
In shadows
defining
what sleep can’t abide
I’m forced to remember
what time
— cannot hide
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Kurt, this feels hushed and unavoidable. It moves like a visitation…quiet, precise, and heavy with what refuses rest. The restraint gives it power. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Very eloquent, again. Thank you.
You're most welcome...and thank you! Happy New Year, Kurt!
I have been there Kurt and yes it is not always a pleasant place. Nicely written
Thanks. I wish you light!
You are most welcome Kurt and thank you where there is life there is light
... a new mantra 🙂
Lovely!!
Thanks again, Katie.
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