In the stillness of night
hides abeyance ...
Our souls no longer trapped
in the prison of their form
Where the moon sets us free
to escape from ourselves
And wander in its glow
along the beach until dawn
But like the hermit crab
recalled to its dungeon
We crawl back with the suns
mourning knell
To return to those cages
awaiting
Disappearing inside of
— our shells
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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What a wonderful analogy we do crawl backwards either attempting to in time through not letting go or redoing what has not worked in the past. Well done my friend.
Thanks again.
Most welcome Kurt
Kurt, this really drew me in. There's something beautifully wistful about it...that longing to slip free for just a little while before being called back again. It left me with a quiet ache. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I'm thrilled, thanks.
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