Pontificating
words
of insignificance
and drought
Writing about
those things
no one
ever cares about
Eulogizing
abandoned
corners
where the lettered never go
A prisoner
of redundance
in a wasteland
— ill disposed
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments3
Nicely done Kurt well written and the truth put in poetic lines
Thanks Soren.
My pleasure Kurt
good write, enjoyed the read
Thanks again, Norman.
most welcome
Kurt, this really struck me. There is a quiet weariness here that so many writers have wrestled with at one point or another. It feels lonely, but painfully honest. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I know I don't have to remind you, but stay out of those corners.
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