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 (
Online) - Published: July 8th, 2026 09:42
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