Traces
of the future
that never
touched the past
Brushstrokes
on a saving canvas
coloring
the mask
Emptying
the palette
whose shades fade
into gray
A rainbow
frames
tomorrow’s easel
— pointing out the way
(Dreamsleep: March, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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