The emptiness
between
all thought
is a siren
Life
only gives birth
in cogent
reflection
Her wasteland
is dark
if she traps
you outside
Distilling
the distance
between
body and soul
Neither coming
nor going
existence
implodes
Neither coming
nor going
the schism
explodes
Neither coming
nor going
all motion
is dead
Neither coming
nor going
only madness
— remains
(Dreamsleep: September, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Offline) - Published: September 6th, 2026 11:26
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Comments1
Powerful
Thanks Thomas, great to hear from you.
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