Nobody wants
to be here
But no one
ever leaves
Nothing lasts
forever
But forever
will deceive
Nowhere is that
foreign place
That lives inside
us all
Where from the lost
dominion
The devil
— makes his call
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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I love this one Kurt how many people use that term nowhere, nothing or nobody. None are true or apply just like never they are the infinity that is unattainable. Well done my friend
Thanks. It was fun to write.
My beloved grade school Nuns used to say ... "An Idle Mind Is The Devils Workshop."
You are most welcome Kurt and yes I have heard that before as well
What a haunting piece, Kurt! Time, place, and permanence become unreliable, leaving the soul stranded within its own shadowed territory. From there, temptation does not need to find us...it is already calling from inside. Brilliantly done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks, another great insight.
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