All words
despite their
intention ...
the silence reborn
All wishes
real and
imagined
in hope they are formed
All time
eclipsed in the
moment
forever refrains
All paths
regardless
of waypoint
— lead back to the grave
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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A much enjoyed read
Thanks again, Norman.
most welcome
Indeed they do my friend. A lovely write of life itself. Nicely worded as always it flows my friend
Thanks again.
Most welcome Kurt
Kurt, this deeply moved me. Each stanza strips away another human assurance…speech becomes silence, hope becomes formation, time becomes a suspended instant, and every journey confronts its inevitable end. Magnificently haunting work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Your words honor me again. Thanks so much.
(All paths
regardless
of waypoint
— lead back to the grave)
Love this.
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